Mammoth Christmas Party 1956: From Left to Right (Part 6)

THE SYNTHESIS

Seven faces.

Well, six and a half faces. Four women -- three men. A couple partially empty bottles of champagne, pearl necklaces, and an empty chair in the foreground.

The couple on the right is the most mysterious. Their backgrounds, their minds -- all is off limits to a certain extent. Everyone else at the table thinks they know this couple but rest assured, they don't. They are a power couple but they don't flaunt it. Instead, they just do and leave it at that. No need to talk, no need to gloat, and definitely no need to make themselves spectacles. The woman on the inside looks into the camera with a Mona Lisa smile. She's not drawing much attention to herself. This is a true sign of her power.

No feelings. No emotional investments. There's not all that much that is human about her rather than her appearance and speech. She has sex with her husband but she doesn't orgasm. She can't. She does all manners of everyday activities: showers, eats, interacts with humans, etc. The reason she is able to manipulate people as well as she does, and the reason she holds a specific control over those she comes in contact with, is because she is smarter than them. That and she lacks the attributes that keep people from succeeding without distraction, whether it be emotional, mental, or physical. She is special.

Her veins, her hair, her skin, her organs -- all are fabricated. They were designed. If compared with human parts, they would seem similar but be obviously different in composition. Her synthetic parts were carefully and skillfully designed by someone who wanted her to have life. The funny thing is that he thinks she has feelings to a certain degree. She lies to her creator and tells him she does. Tells him that he fully pleasures her, that she loves him, that the life he has given her is wonderful. She doesn't know why she does it but she does. It's not that she's unhappy (she isn't capable of being unhappy); it's just that she has no soul and somehow she knows that because she is constantly around natural people. She's not jealous (she isn't capable of being jealous) but she controls others because they have souls and are able to be controlled.

So when it comes down to it, the creation controls the creator to a certain extent. She will never get sick because she is not susceptible to disease. She will grow older because nothing lasts forever and she was designed to decompose at a similar rate to that of humans. But she will not feel pain, suffering, or disappointment. However, she will know death as she has known life. The only difference with her is that there is no journey down the Styx River. There is no Heaven. There is no Hell. When she's dead, she is gone forever. That is something she will never be able to comprehend.

The others at the table think she is truly amazing. They see her as more than just the perfect wife of a brilliant businessman. Unbeknownst to them, she is the tool for which they have all gathered. This is her Christmas party. Because they love and respect her, they delighted in showing up. Over the years, she has been building her reputation with these particular people in order to gather them together. Why? She doesn't know. Partly because someone told her to do it but mostly because she can. Her limp wrist signifies the strings she uses to work her puppets at the table. Ironically, she is but a puppet herself. So her creator thinks. She has plans of her own. After the murder of the five people to the left, she will kill her creator. Not because she wants to (she isn’t capable of wanting) but because she can. After all, no prison could harm her and she would be free from any emotional repercussions. The joys of being artificial are eerily similar to that of being natural.