Intervention from the inside
Unfortunately, through the screen, it’s not possible to hear the different voices that populate the multiple spaces full of characters that our eyes scroll every day. The multitude of tabs the average young human being opens every day on his computer are always silent, when he reads them. Of course, there’s a voice in his head. It’s his own, a voice that quickly browses among the perfectly shaped letters, that often jumps from a paragraph to another, bored by what it finds, but still focused on reaching the end, on finding the meaning of the topic, on discovering what the title promised, before clicking on it. Imagine a different voice, still feminine, but different, on this article. Because this time, it’s not the writer who makes herself reading inside your mind, but a character. A quite recent creation, one of the many that prevailed on the others, or, maybe, just overtook the queue, and was so lucky to precede other things, now over there, at the end, that will be, sooner or later, first too. The voice inside of your mind is Felicia and, if you wish to give a shape to this voice, imagine it as a girl in her late 20s, with a brunette fringe that rarely stays at its place, green eyes and very fair skin. My story is quite peculiar. It might seem predictable, but it’s not. Not every character created by writers are lucky enough to say they are different. I don’t know any of them, but I heard that some of them look too much alike, that they don’t have an interesting life and that, worst nightmare of every character, they bore the reader. Personally, I hope I don’t belong to them. I’m not sure, now, but I know my creator believes very much in me, and if she has this much faith in me, I’ll try everything not to disappoint her. I was saying that I have a peculiar story. In my world, calendars mark the year 2194. I live in a not too big apartment, on one of the highest floors of that Parisian glass skyscraper that you could notice from whatever corner of the city you were in.