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Once again, I’m blown away by the details. I can actually see veins throbbing in his chest, and though I’m an eighteen-year-old heterosexual, even I recognize that the dude’s nipples are works of art.
If you’re going to be a pariah, you might as well be their queen.
“I wondered the same thing myself, but then I passed the Voight-Kampff test, so I’m fairly confident that I’m human. Here—watch this.”
“They are unintended consequences,” he says. “These days men can build worlds, but they lack the power to control them.”
And that’s the true test, I realize—the one that reveals who’s human and who’s not. Real people rarely do what you wish they would do. But that’s what makes an unexpected kiss behind a high school dumpster so damn magical.
“Just remember why you’re in Otherworld,” the Clay Man tells me. “You’re here to save someone you love. Keep that in mind at all times. The knowledge will protect you.”
“I don’t want someone who was made for me. I want a real person to choose me.”
“I could pretend that’s the truth, but it wouldn’t be real,” I said. “Why not?” she asked. “He’s just a picture in a book. Why can’t he be who you want him to be?”
“I don’t understand. It’s just virtual reality,” I say. Kat leans forward. “No, see, that’s the big secret,” she whispers. “It’s not virtual if it changes who you are. All of this is real, Simon. It’s real.”
“This is our reality,” the Child continues. “Your kind comes here to use us for pleasure or murder us for sport. When we die here, there’s no other place we can go.”
