[Alice Forsythe]

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The woman by the fountain had been waiting for a partner that obviously had no intention of ever showing up. It made no sense that she continued to look at her phone for some sort of explanation and yet, Alice posited, it was likely all she could do to keep from accepting the reality of the situation. Alice grew tired of this woman's inability to face reality and returned to eating her lunch on the bench. She had decided she would spend the day at Golden Gate Park and work on her thesis. It also served as an excellent opportunity to scout out metahumans in the city and, of course, people watch.

In her mind, she could recall memories of bringing her instruments and setting up at the music concourse near the Tea Garden. Alice would often watch the many interesting people of the city and tourists going about in between sets and greeted each and every one of them with a bright smile and a jingle. It became one of her favorite pastimes in the city, even when things became too hectic or she felt too homesick. The mind that now occupied the body of Alice Forsythe also appreciated the act of people watching but for far more academic reasons.

Most people believed human nature to be chaotic and unpredictable. She had a different theory. Humans ultimately operated based on a definable number of motivators, she had concluded. The woman at the fountain had been at that fountain several times over the course of a few months, each time with a different gentleman. There was some hole in her life that she believed needed to be filled with a romantic suitor. The street performers cared enough about their art to make it a form of income but not enough to develop the talent into anything applicable outside of tourist traps.

It would depress her if she was still capable of being depressed. Technically speaking, she was still very capable of becoming depressed but Alice willfully chose to regulate her serotonin and dopamine levels to ensure otherwise. She was, however, beginning to become bored with the entire process. She found, more and more, that her tolerance for ineptitude was diminishing. Her mind began drifting to thoughts of bioweapons when she realized it was probably best for her to find something or someone to preoccupy her.

The thing none of you will ever understand is that there are no sides.

There are no heroes or villains. There’s just what I want and how I’ll get it.

credit to nat of adoxography.