The host, chapter 5
Yep, still can't recap this thing normally. I wonder if I can keep this thing up for the next 55 chapter.
Comforter’s log: Case zzalpha-42
I finally received a visit from Wanderer today. She had cancelled her last three appointments. The poor dear had been avoiding me like Vogon poetry. I can’t imagine why, I even baked her cookies.
The subject is still not used to human life. She refuses to use human names because “It feels like a surrender.” I made sure to reassure her by praising her for 15 minutes. This brave soul sometimes forgets how wonderful she is if I don’t remind her. When faced with a situation always praise your subject incessantly. I find that that fixes any problem the subject may want to talk about without really talking about them.
I praised her about:
1) How brave she is.
2) How talented.
3) How smart
4) How everyone loves her at school as an honorary professor
5) How lucky we are to have her.
6) How much we appreciate having somebody with such a magnificent life
7) How everyone would wish to steal her away from us
I tried asking her about her host and she went to ask me a personal question. I, of course, answered, becoming sidetracked from our therapy session. Always let the subject control you. I made her aware of the secret body snatching operation. I told her about how kindly we controlled this race, using my and my partner’s hosts’ contacts, we tricked the humans and seized control over them. That made me want to mate with my partner Curt forever.
Wanda then allowed me to do my job and talked about her and her host. Turns out she cries over this Jared man every night and, worst of all, the wretched human host was still alive. The nerve of that meat sack! What a brave soul to be standing this all with such dignity.
I went ahead to suggest getting rid of her, but Wanderer wasn’t so keen. “It would be wasteful,” she just answered. I should have known somebody so brave and kind would be into recycling. I had to praise her some more because of that. Truly a lesser soul would have quit in the interest of self-preservation, but not our brave little Wanda. She then left my office and I had to pat myself on the back for a job well done. For truly she feels better after just praising her for an hour.
Signed,
Kathy
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This chapter annoyed me. The comforter couldn’t shut up about how amazing Wanderer was to properly do her job, in my opinion. And Wanderer was being a compendious bitch to this soul trying to make her feel better. Which would be fine, if I hadn’t been told a billion times how kind and wonderful she is. I just wanted to smak her.
You know what else? If I hadn’t read that little make out disaster, I would actually like Melanie. She was great on this chapter. She’s always throwing crap on Wanderer’s face and pissing her off. For instance Wandered gives us this moment:
But we were not wasteful. We did make whatever we took better, more peaceful and beautiful. And the humans were brutish and ungovernable. They had killed one another so frequently that murder had been an accepted part of life. The various tortures they’d devised over the few millennia they’d lasted had been too much for me; I hadn’t been able to bear even the dry official overviews. Wars had raged over the face of nearly every continent. Sanctioned murder, ordered and viciously effective. Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their doorstep. There was no equality to the distribution of the planet’s bounteous resources. Most vile yet, their offspring-the next generation, which my kind nearly worshipped for their promise-had all too often been victims of heinous crimes. And not just at the hands of strangers, but at the hands of the caretakers they were entrusted to. Even the huge sphere of the planet had been put into jeopardy through their careless and greedy mistakes. No one could compare what had been and what was now and not admit that Earth was a better place thanks to us.
You murder an entire species and then pat yourselves on the back.
My hands balled up into fists.
I could have you disposed of, I reminded her.
Go ahead. Make my murder official.
Goddammit! Why did Meyer ruin Melanie for me? Plus, I have to repeat myself here, Wanderer is such a bitchy wimp, yet everyone goes on and on about how wonderful and brave she is that it’s making me sick. Just bite me!
Well, until next time.
(Chapter six,part1)
Comforter’s log: Case zzalpha-42
I finally received a visit from Wanderer today. She had cancelled her last three appointments. The poor dear had been avoiding me like Vogon poetry. I can’t imagine why, I even baked her cookies.
The subject is still not used to human life. She refuses to use human names because “It feels like a surrender.” I made sure to reassure her by praising her for 15 minutes. This brave soul sometimes forgets how wonderful she is if I don’t remind her. When faced with a situation always praise your subject incessantly. I find that that fixes any problem the subject may want to talk about without really talking about them.
I praised her about:
1) How brave she is.
2) How talented.
3) How smart
4) How everyone loves her at school as an honorary professor
5) How lucky we are to have her.
6) How much we appreciate having somebody with such a magnificent life
7) How everyone would wish to steal her away from us
I tried asking her about her host and she went to ask me a personal question. I, of course, answered, becoming sidetracked from our therapy session. Always let the subject control you. I made her aware of the secret body snatching operation. I told her about how kindly we controlled this race, using my and my partner’s hosts’ contacts, we tricked the humans and seized control over them. That made me want to mate with my partner Curt forever.
Wanda then allowed me to do my job and talked about her and her host. Turns out she cries over this Jared man every night and, worst of all, the wretched human host was still alive. The nerve of that meat sack! What a brave soul to be standing this all with such dignity.
I went ahead to suggest getting rid of her, but Wanderer wasn’t so keen. “It would be wasteful,” she just answered. I should have known somebody so brave and kind would be into recycling. I had to praise her some more because of that. Truly a lesser soul would have quit in the interest of self-preservation, but not our brave little Wanda. She then left my office and I had to pat myself on the back for a job well done. For truly she feels better after just praising her for an hour.
Signed,
Kathy
_________________________________________
This chapter annoyed me. The comforter couldn’t shut up about how amazing Wanderer was to properly do her job, in my opinion. And Wanderer was being a compendious bitch to this soul trying to make her feel better. Which would be fine, if I hadn’t been told a billion times how kind and wonderful she is. I just wanted to smak her.
You know what else? If I hadn’t read that little make out disaster, I would actually like Melanie. She was great on this chapter. She’s always throwing crap on Wanderer’s face and pissing her off. For instance Wandered gives us this moment:
But we were not wasteful. We did make whatever we took better, more peaceful and beautiful. And the humans were brutish and ungovernable. They had killed one another so frequently that murder had been an accepted part of life. The various tortures they’d devised over the few millennia they’d lasted had been too much for me; I hadn’t been able to bear even the dry official overviews. Wars had raged over the face of nearly every continent. Sanctioned murder, ordered and viciously effective. Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their doorstep. There was no equality to the distribution of the planet’s bounteous resources. Most vile yet, their offspring-the next generation, which my kind nearly worshipped for their promise-had all too often been victims of heinous crimes. And not just at the hands of strangers, but at the hands of the caretakers they were entrusted to. Even the huge sphere of the planet had been put into jeopardy through their careless and greedy mistakes. No one could compare what had been and what was now and not admit that Earth was a better place thanks to us.
You murder an entire species and then pat yourselves on the back.
My hands balled up into fists.
I could have you disposed of, I reminded her.
Go ahead. Make my murder official.
Goddammit! Why did Meyer ruin Melanie for me? Plus, I have to repeat myself here, Wanderer is such a bitchy wimp, yet everyone goes on and on about how wonderful and brave she is that it’s making me sick. Just bite me!
Well, until next time.
(Chapter six,part1)