May 07, 2008 18:05
Josie Beller, it turns out, has a forum. It started out as a place for the self-proclaimed alien abducted to speak to each other about their experiences, but with the televised interview it has become more of a place for people to talk about the giant robots. (Josie Beller never was terribly balanced.)
There are many different sections in the forum. Introduce Yourself!, Our Alien Friends!, Traumatized And Saved: Stories of The Robots Both Good And Evil, and to Lissar's bemused horror: Steel Sexuality: How The Robots Are Secretly Learning About Our Women (and Men)!
To Lissar's even more horrified bemusement that forum thread starts off with the picture stolen from Rohit Reddy with her leaning on Ironhide's leg trustingly. She's just glad that she found it before Ironhide did.
The e-mail sent out is directed through a proxy, and the request is very calm.
Please remove my likeness from your website. I have no desire to have a private moment broadcast. Sincerely, Deerskin
She gets back a rant about freedom of expression, freedom of use of public photographs (to which she responds mentally, It was stolen!), and requests for details.
Of her private life.
Of her private sexual life.
And that's just not on. That is really, really not on if we're honest.
Lissar has confined herself to base for as long as the Autobots are confined to base. She's a runner, and she's been limiting her runs to where Ironhide can watch her in his robot form. She's a half-wild thing with energy to spare who has caged herself up and all of the sudden Josie Beller has given her something to attack.
She's banned from the forum twice in the next six hours for posting comments about robots being genderless. She's banned again for trolling Josie Beller specifically for her adoration of the giant red-and-blue robot (and, more specifically, for Josie Beller's ideas of what said robot is like. Optimus Prime is many things, but a sappy sex-starved wimp is not among them).
By the time she's got to shower for work, Lissar's eyes are glinting somewhere between anger and amusement and not even she is sure which.