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A short dialog between a boy and a priest, when non-stop motive of imitating meets Eunuch Archive!
NEHS--Null Enchanted High School (Because the story took place in Taiwan, the dialog below should be in Chinese) "Father… I think I need to confess." "What? You mean to…" "Father, I need to confess right now, I can't hold it anymore! Please listen to me or I will get mad!"(Yelling) "Ok, but may be you would like to have a private room?" (In the private room) "I was not a religious boy. I don't know how to…" "Easy, boy. Don't think about confession. Just talk." "I am from the high school in another county. You must have heard it. Or you might hear it as an elementary school or a bilingual school because we have 5 deferent apartment. "My school is holding some kind of imitating festival right now… "You mean 'cosplay'?"(Cosplay: A fashion came recently from Japan in Taiwan. People dress themselves as the characters from Japanese 'manga' (comics) or animation.) "Cosplay is nothing compare to us. (Giggled nervously) "It's even written on the stone in the front gate as a maxim:' be honest, be responsible, imitate and transcend. 'Our school had the longest history of imitating works of any kind of art, and we do that for real. If anything interested enough people, we would make a mimic of it in our school. I've heard that when the 'E.T' was on the theater, somebody injured a boy by putting him on a bike and throwing the bike from floors! And it was just 'practicing'!" "Is that story tormenting you?" "Nono, I don't know where to start… I guess that was the morning… "Yes. The day our English teacher asked us to bring some extracurricular English to school. "I was not a music fan, and there were already people bringing songs, poems, magazines. I suddenly thought of that I could bring the articles from the 'Eunuch Archive'!" "'Eunuch Archive'?" "It was a site which contained lots of works about castration. I read them occasionally. "The graphs were really hard-core and I didn't think it was suitable for class. But I still brought an article privately, and pinned it on the board of a class, which was one grade younger than us. It was 'The Witch with Bloody Sharp Teeth'. (Attention: I have no negative critics about the article, but I have to make up some for my characters.) "It was a porn written by foreigner, and it was about Blare Witch. "The class went into rage and torn the article into pieces. They didn't like their witch to be exposed into visible and sexy. The class had spent enough effort in a forest two months ago, to vaporize three people of Movie Club, to shoot their own 'Blare Witch Project'. They didn't like the author spoiled the spirit that easily. "I thought that was the end of my advertising for the site. But I was wrong. I had successfully introduced the site to my school. "It was so clear to me but I have never be aware to it. The papers in our Net-rooms ran out fast and the printer was always printing some documents. The dusted library shelves about anatomy emptied for no reason. Everyone began to take some kind of secret notes, just like the time when 'American Beauty' was on the run. "I didn't notice the songs from our bands suddenly changed into English. The pronunciation was rare to me and I was not interested in songs so I didn't catch the main idea those songs. I only heard phrases like 'ropes', 'thigh opened', 'attached cord'. "I didn't notice some public pairs in the school changed either. To those pairs, boys seemed became totally obedient to the girls, and the girls were like showing other girls how obedient the boys were. They were rather awkward at this like they were doing these by a new script. "I didn't noticed that in the elementary apartment, some boys just wear tattered, while other girls were giving strange commands to them. "I didn't notice a lot of our girls obtained outfits sort of professional for something, constantly carried a heavy leather bag with strange sound of metal and glass jar. "I was too blind to see anything, until one day in the toilet I found the guy next to me was handling not his dick but a tube! "I introduced a site about castration fictions, and my school got hooked on it. Sisters abuse their brothers; girlfriends torture their boys and cook their meat; boys save for the travel to other county to get cut, and just imagine those kid girls and boys who were playing 'The Last Night Days'! "What if any others know just a bit about these? And what will my position be? Will I be to blame for all of these? This horrible idea is around me day and night, and I just dare not to tell any local people since they might be the parents of one of the eunuch in my school. Father, will I got into the hell for this?" (The priest contemplate for a while) "I don't think so, son. You didn't cut them, you only provide the information and the decisions were on them. No one will condemn you for this. God won't either. At least there aren't any castrations which was against one's will, right?" "But father, there are! Some of them began to play 'Gender War' and 'Amazon' now!"
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