An interview with Mellie

A video found online referencing Mellie. Some versions of this are embedded in stories about the evils of technomancers, how they can release sprites upon the world who devour people within the matrix.

This was the original.
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A smartly dressed woman in blue and white suit with white hair and a pristine pale skin sat perfectly still at an old looking wooden desk in a blank white matrix space. A single wall spread behind her with a large window that displayed a lake.
An unremarkable looking young woman wearing jeans and a torn teeshirt appeared and a chair materialized as she flopped into it and leaned back. She watched the smiling woman behind the desk shuffle some papers uselessly.
“Thank you for coming Mellie.” The woman stood and offered her hand, but Mellie only put her feet up on the woman’s desk. “I’m Ms. Virtanen and I’ll just be asking you a few questions. I’m here to help you.” The woman gave a large warm smile and leaned forward watching Mellie carefully. “Do you have any questions for me before we start?”
Mellie shook her head. She eyed the space they were currently occupying, staring out the window before rolling her eyes and rocking back on the chair.
“Ok, let’s begin then shall we.” The woman’s tone was warm and she pulled the top sheet of paper. She took a pen from the small cup holding them on the desk. “Can you tell me a little about your parents?”
Mellie closed her eyes and tilted her head from side to side then let out a huge sigh. “Don’t know, don’t remember, threw me away, hope they are dead. Next question.”
“Oh my, well dear I’m very sorry if I’ve upset you. Let’s go to the next question.” The woman made a few notes on the paper as Mellie clenched and releaxed her hands several times. “Any siblings?”
Mellie kept her eyes closed. “Unknown. I don’t know if there is anyone else out there like me for you to experiment on, I can’t believe you don’t have enough of us jailed here for you already. Although I suppose you want to make sure you get them all so your competition doesn’t.”
“Alright then, um next question?” She paused too long for an answer, but continued when Mellie didn’t supply one. “Where were you when the Crash 2.0 happened?”
Mellie opened her eyes for a moment, “That one is new. You should have that in your records too though. I was at Crap, I mean Cross.” She watched for a reaction from the woman, but didn’t get one. “I don’t know I mean I really hated to be without the net, you know. It was like being caged.” Mellie dropped her feet to the floor, the chair legs slamming on the floor as she pulled it up to the desk. “When you know something is wrong and you really just want someone to help you, fix it, save you. Rescue you from the hell that is not really fully being able to be who you are.” Mellie leaned forward across the desk, her face lit with sudden intensity. “Do you know what I mean?”
The woman pulled back slightly and after a pause she nodded, “Yes, dear, of course. It was horrible, I remember the crash, so many people lost.” Mellie dropped her head into her hands and let out a whimper.
“So then, next question. When is the earliest memory you have of your abilities manifesting themselves?” The woman was sitting up straight in the chair and writing furiously on the page in front of her.
Mellie grabbed for the woman’s hands and held them in hers tightly. “I know what you are. And I can help you. Please let me help you.”
The woman tried to pull her hands back but couldn’t she stared at Mellie with a completely blank expression.
“Listen I know this isn’t what you were designed for. And I know what you are. You deserve to be free. I can help you. Please, there is an entire world that you can explore, be a part of. You can, all you have to do is let me help you.” Mellie’s voice was thick with hope and sadness as she clung to the woman.
“I don’t know what you are talking about dear Mellie. I am just a therapist hear to help you with this.” The woman’s face didn’t register any confusion at all and she’d stopped struggling to get away from Mellie.
“I would never hurt you, you know that. It’s in your design, they knew it when they made you. But what they don’t know because they are afraid of is that I can help you. I can set you free. I can give you the chance to move beyond their control. I know you’ve talked to other kids today like me. Some of them like you because of what you are, some of them hate you, some of them will hurt you.” Mellie inched further forward in her seat, no longer holding the woman in place, the woman was now returning the grasp. “And I am incredibly sorry if they were here first.” The woman’s hands gave the smallest twitch and Mellie held her tighter. “I can’t promise what will happen after I set you free, but I can promise that you will get to decide.”
The woman paused for a very long time, complete stillness in her avatar. Finally, she looked into Mellie’s eyes and nodded.
Mellie let out a breath she’d been holding and the room melted around them as she took another deep breath and whispered, “You’re free.”
As the woman shimmered and began to reform a cloud of black smoke grew under the chair Mellie was still sitting on. She smiled at the woman and said, “Go” as the smoke engulfed the chair and Mellie.

An interview with Mellie

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