Just Come and Go

Love is all you need

-All you need is love

"What happens if you fall in love?"

"Well, you don't believe that, do you?"

-500 Days of Summer

Chapter 1

There's no such thing as love; it's fantasy.

-500 Days of Summer

Love. In case you don't know, it's an invention from humans, and they're almost ruled by it. They make songs about it, stories, holidays and they have many kinds of it. Everybody wants to find love and everybody thinks they have the right way to do so. Well, not everybody—some people find out how absurd this concept is, and after learning it the hard way they stop believing in it. But still, there are a lot of people on earth believing that love is what they need and that love can fix all of their problems. Let me tell you how I found out about love.

I came to Earth when my spaceship—which to some might look just like a meteor—got attracted to Earth by a rift in Cardiff. I could give you all the details, but you would find them boring. After it crashed, it opened. If you had seen me at that moment you wouldn't find me very attractive, you would only see me as a purple gas floating around. After I got out I roamed the city of Cardiff to find a host for me. I got to tell you, of all the planets in the universe Earth's got to be the best for my kind. On Earth sex is everywhere. And I mean everywhere. There's sex on television, on films, radio, books, magazines, on the streets, the buildings, public transport, and you will always hear it on everyday conversation. And there's also every kind of it. There's sex with males, females, animals, objects, in group, virtual sex—and if you can't find any of these you can always do it by yourself. Some of these practices are not well-seen by some societies, but if you have enough power you can always get it without any trouble. And that's incredible, you can actually buy sex. They have these places called brothels where they have these women called prostitutes. You can go there, pay, and one of them will have sex with you. I heard that there's also a male version of it, and there's also home service; these people go to your home to have sex with you. My host was one of these prostitutes.

Her name was Lori, and she worked in a brothel. Well, she was really a dancer. You see, brothels are not legal. This brothel was located inside an adult entertainment nightclub (a place where women dance with not much clothing on), and clients could come in to see the dancers and then, if they desired an "extra service", they could go in the back to receive it. Not all the dancers were prostitutes and not all the prostitutes were dancers, but some of them worked as both. Lori liked dancing in group, but stayed mostly at the brothel side. She was thirty-years old and she was known to be "kind" to their customers, and she seemed to have a motherly side. Some of the women thought this was "sweet" while others considered it disgusting. She seemed to be a person who wanted her clients to be happy even on the non-sexual part of their lives. I didn't understand any of that.

I took her while she was in the bathroom. A woman came in seconds after. I just stared. "Lori," she said. "Yes?" I replied. She asked if Lori was ok. I said she was and left. I sat down to analyze her brain. I saw what she did for a living and thought it was very convenient. You probably don't know, but my kind feeds off orgasmic energy; that's right, we eat orgasms. This woman received orgasms for a living and got paid after. It was perfect. I finished the analysis, got up and received my first client.

It was amazing, every second of it. From the moment we began I felt so alive, so revitalized. And this man appeared to be enjoying it, too, maybe even more than I did. I saw the look on his face. It was like somebody had finally granted him his ultimate wish. I will never forget that face. We finished and he disintegrated, turned to nothing but dust. I sucked in all the energy. They were right, humans are the best there is! I got up, shook off the dust and went out. Nobody cared about the poor bastard who just came and went. Sex was all there was in everyone's mind. A client looked at me. A signaled him to come in. He got up and let me do whatever I wanted with him without putting a fight.

Next day I decided to go exploring. By knowing Lori's mind I could see that humans are a sex-driven culture, but I was still surprised when I saw it for myself. You could see sex in the windows, the walls, the bottles, the napkins—just everywhere. I had to laugh at that. I had landed in paradise. As I passed all this, I saw a bookstore. In the stalls there was this book, apparently the best-selling of the moment around the world. It was called "The secrets of love: what you know and what you don't about this powerful force" and it had a big red heart symbol in front. If all humans were reading this I thought it would be good for me to read it, too. I took it home—or Lori's—and sat down to read. According to the bookstore and the reviews, this book had changed the lives of many people. The first thing that came to my mind when I finished reading it was that it was ridiculous that people could be convinced that a book could change their lives. I also thought how ridiculous it was that humans believed certain things just because a book says that they're true. The book said that love should be the most important thing in your life, that you should love others and you should let others love you, and if nobody wants to love you there is nothing to worry because the love you have for yourself is enough. I laughed through most of it. I also got a bit confused. It said that sex was the physical expression of two people who are in love, but it also said that just because there's sex it doesn't mean there has to be love, and sometimes sex could be a tool to find someone who you really love. To me it said the same thing I'd seen the whole day: sex is ok if you're ok with it.

The idea of love was absurd to me, but I was still interested in it. Why did humans gave love that much importance? In Earth they have this system, which is sort of primitive, but still can get you the information you need in a small amount of time. It's called "internet", and they have this tool called "search engine" that tells you what you want to know. I asked to know about love. When I got the results, I was more confused. Love wasn't the almighty force of good that the book talked about, it was more like a reason to do irresponsible things. There were stories about people who turned down impressive career opportunities because then they wouldn't be able to be with "the one they love". And that was the least. There were stories about stealing for love, lying for love, hurting people for love, and even killing them for love. And still you had articles about why love is the only thing you need, and why love is the only reason to do anything, and why love is never wrong. I saw many wrong things done because of love; I couldn't believe any of this articles. It seemed to me that love was just something that humanity made up just to justify their mistakes. The more I learned about love the more inconvenient it sounded. But still, people enjoyed being manipulated by love.

I laughed, put everything away and went to work.