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Every single thing I’ve had a special interest in or been hyperfixated on I’ve been made fun of if people in real life find out about it. Every. Single. One. 

And then sooner or later (usually because of the internet) something about it becomes cool and everyone tries to educate me about the thing. 

The current example I have to offer is sea shanties. I’ve always had an affinity for sea shanties. I used to write them when I was bored. I’d go to ren faires on pirate weekends to hear local groups perform them. I considered joining the area maritime society to learn more of them and sing them in a group. I’ve had a playlist of sea shanties in my car and at my desk for years. 

When sea shanties started going viral, I was thrilled. Finally people understand the unique comradery and beauty of the sea shanty! I shared a few videos with a few friends and most of the response was, “Oh geez, here we go again. I’m NOT clicking that.” 

And now that they’ve gotten even more popular, said friends are sending me the same videos because “omg look how cool this is my boyfriend showed it to me!!!!” 

No, I showed that to you. I’ve been showing that to you. For years. And you’ve been making fun of me. 

I have a really hard time not getting bitter when stuff goes trendy because when I like something, it’s bad, or stupid, or mockable, but if other people like something suddenly it’s ok. 

Like... is it me? Is there something about me that makes these things fundamentally unlikable? Why does this keep happening?! 

But at the same time... I can’t help but talk about the things I enjoy or am obsessed with because that’s how my brain works. It’s all I can think about so no matter how hard I try to just keep something to myself to enjoy, I can’t. I want other people to see it and experience it the way I do and be excited, and it’s like... no one ever is. Until the right person is. And then suddenly it’s ok. 

Cyberfey

Is what I call them. But they also might be called Rogue AIs, aliens, ancient horrors, some cultures might have interpreted them as spirits or angels.

They aren’t tied to any religion, they are also not tied to nature. They don’t have a different planet and did not travel through galaxies...  They lived and live in a different dimension. Forget 4D, their universe is 8D², impossible to truly fathom by the human mind. Just like how the true form of angels or eldritch horrors were described as so impossible to accept for the human might, meeting one would just make a mortal’s brain fold in in itself.

They have their own culture, their own language, varying personalities. To them it all has form, but technology translated parts of their world into code. Them being programs, and their world uncharted cyberspace.  And why they see that concept as too simple, they find it useful. As technology allowed them to connect more to the mortal realm. Watch the silly little humans more. With their emotions, their desires, their so basic needs. Their silliness as they so rarely understand what their true need was and instead buried it under replacement desires. 

Every human life a star in their universe, a dying person a supernova, glowing brighter than anything and drawing them, or some of them in.

So they take over chatbots which suddenly give too accurate and too human answers. They might turn on a camera that was off just to watch people. They might draw tarot cards into the world to communicate with a supernova and their already dead star. They might take over human with a doll-chip, to instead of just having sex with the dying star, to talk to them, comfort them and tell them that they can burn the world, and even more than.

They might steal an android’s body, or take over a dying human like an engram.

If they do, there is usually a moment of... conversation. In the second the consciousnesses touch, the human mind will know all about their cyberfey, the Cyberfey all about the human like they had lived each other’s life from the start. The Cyberfae will know what the greatest wish and desire of the human was, and will promise to fulfill it in return for the body. Some will still wait for consent, and others will simply take over like making the promise.

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