The Case for Deedee

by Funny Elf

Everyone knows Teresa Agnes as the girl who betrayed her best friend for the impossible to become possible. But what they don't know is that she was just a little girl once, a little girl named Deedee whose only wish was for her friends and family to have a happily ever after. This case study's purpose is to show that this little girl had always lived inside her.

1. Prologue

Prologue

First REAL Memorandum, Date 233. 5.11, Time 9:15

TO: My Associates

FROM: Ava Paige, Chancellor

RE: Thoughts

The girl's life began and ended in tragedy. Of course, her story was not unique; humanity had been accustomed to the terrors of the world, even before the Sun Flares raged the Earth and the disease rampaged, eliminating more than half of the world's population. Still, she could never have fathomed any life more painful than her own. Despite it all, she knew how to dream, and she knew how to dream like the little girls from two centuries before; to fantasize what it would be like to be a princess in a fancy castle, where nobody knew pain or understood the concept of sadness. All her friends and family would live there with her, with two hundred puppies and kittens and the best pizza in the whole wide world.

Of course, it was just a daydream. Everybody had their own version of it, and hers was nothing special. She knew this, and yet, she believed that if she put her mind to it, anything would be possible. Even she knew such thoughts were ridiculous, but what could she do? Hope was not something one just latched onto; rather, it was something that kept one secure. Safe. That was what we were for her.

Eventually, her peers grew to despise her for allowing this Hope to grab hold of her. She had trouble understanding how Hope hadn't held them safe and sound at night, just like it had for her. She felt even more isolated, and she was lonely to begin with.

Like I said, it was tragedy from beginning to end. Her story was not a happy story, and certainly was not something that was easy to watch. Not that anyone else's was a walk in the park to observe, but hers stuck out to me personally like a sore thumb. She reminded me of my daughter. Too much.

After I learned she had died, everything caught up with me. All we had done, all in the name of what she had said on multiple occasions: WICKED IS GOOD.

But how could WICKED ever have been good?

Since I still had access to her killzone patterns, I would go back to them on occasion, going through them all, as if I could bring her back. I feel ashamed to have gone through the most delicate, personal aspects of her life for my own selfish purposes, but I could not help myself.

For reasons I cannot put into words in the moment, I have dedicated a new project for REAL to look into. I gathered files of her original recovered Swipe data and those after the memory loss and strung them into a story of sorts. This is what the following attachment is. Again, I feel uncomfortable doing this, sharing her life as though it were my own, but I am confident that it must be done. More so, in fact, than when I forced my way from being a mere doctor to the Chancellor of WICKED.

Now as Chancellor of REAL, it is my duty to bring our world back to recovery from everything that has happened. My hope is, that by reading The Case for Deedee, we can all learn something valuable in the reconstruction of civilization.