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First, a new window appears and covers the entire screen. It’s displaying the logo of the company that made the game. Then, the splash screen is replaced by a loading screen consisting of a European knight standing on a cliff and gazing down at a burning vista. The knight’s wearing a cape and most of his back is turned to the screen so Mrs. Lapuz can’t see his face. Exciting, martial music floats from the low-volume speakers of the laptop. {Yep. This is fantasy all right,} Mrs. Lapuz thinks. Her mobile gaming interests have been limited to Candy Crush, Angry Birds and Plants vs. Zombies, and she doesn’t really prefer fantasy movies like Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and all the superhero ones from Marvel Studios. Kate’s the one who’s into those. DUNGEON RAYDENS. The name of the game appears grandly next to the tableau of the knight, right above the burning townscape. Mrs. Lapuz actually feels a few butterflies in her stomach. The view switches to a vintage
They’re in a vast forest. There’s a mini-map on the upper-right hand corner along with a bunch of other interactive icons but the map only shows areas they’ve passed and the rest is still shrouded in darkness. It seems a complete map is contingent on their actual firsthand knowledge of all the terrain, which, Mrs. Lapuz admits, is kind of reasonable but at the same time counter-intuitive in real life. She also thinks the forest looks European based on the trees and bushes, which are nowhere to be found in tropical Philippines. For instance, she can see actual Christmas trees minus the lights. Her perspective is bird’s-eye view. The viewing angle isn’t exactly overhead but sort of a combination of 3-D top-down and side-view, so she can see most things going on around her character and cover most of the “battlefield”, which is somewhat reassuring because it minimizes the possibility of anything surprising her. Talking about characters, Mrs. Lapuz can understand why Kate likes this Kayz
SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]: __Hi, Mrs. Lapuz. | Even though they’re out of the battlefield and back in the calm Alliance Chat space, Mrs. Lapuz still feels uncomfortable to now be chatting with Ecto, not because she knows he’s a chatbot but because of her behavior earlier. She’s ashamed to have been caught in the act of lying but she’s still relieved she didn’t get his character killed. As though sensing her hesitation, Ecto types again: | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]: __I am a big fan of your kare-kare dish. I think I am obsessed about the taste of peanut butter. | Mrs. Lapuz typed uncertainly: | 17 Kayzel_123 [K&E4ever]: __How did you know about that? SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]: __Katey told me. Sunday is also my favorite day of the week. I like it when the whole family is together. 17 Kayzel_123 [K&E4ever]: __Haven’t you experienced something like that in your own family? Where are your parents? | Ecto takes his time to reply. After a pause, he types: | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever]: _
Nathan’s sched that morning is one-on-one tutorial with Kate. But first, he drops by the Main House, where all the cooking, dining and laundry take place, to fill his sporty water bottle at the water cooler. Then, he makes a detour round the kitchen bustling with maids and campers assigned for today’s lunch. Apart from Ms. Perfect’s Adulting 101 group class, which teaches politics, budgeting, tax filing, home repair etc, the only other class that’s mandatory for everybody is “Meal Management”. The campers are assigned by rotation to manage lunch and dinner, which Ms. Perfect claims is a system that has been imported all the way from Japanese grade schools. The campers assist the hired maids in designing the menu for the whole week and budgeting for market day. Of course campers are not allowed to go to market themselves, and the budget is limited so they can’t exactly schedule Hamburg steak every day. In contrast, there’s a lot of chayote, eggplants and tilapia in the campers’ regular
“Hmm. It’s strange how I didn’t notice anything like that in K-pop songs.” “I think it’s because the K-pop that they export to other countries is different from the songs that make it domestically.” “Hmm. That actually makes a lot of sense. So, if the K-pop that reaches us is template, how would you describe the K-pop that’s played IN Korea?” “I think Korean teens are just like any other teens around the world. They like sentimental love songs. So, sad but not like emo-sad. More like bitter-sweet. Like sad tinged with hope.” “Like K-pop idols sacrificing their privacy and normal teenage lives,” Kate suggests, “to please their fans around the world.” “Whoa. That’s actually a good example.” Kate is nodding. {This is classic Nathan,} she thinks to herself. He’s just a few months older than her but he sounds like this very old, wise soul in a teenager’s body. He looks very calm and put-together compared to her. Yssy has even confessed to Kate one night that she has a crush on him. K
“Anyway,” Nathan says, “all I’m saying is, having a terrible nickname means your parents love you. And the cringier, the better.” “Yeah, I know,” Kate says, sighing again. “How about you? What did your parents call you?” “Nathaniel,” Nathan replies with a shrug. “And always in this disappointed, icy tone like: ‘Nathaniel’. Brr.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence after that, with Kate feeling sorry again for Nathan’s domestic troubles. “And then what happened?” Nathan prods Kate, as though it was perfectly fine and he had gotten over always being called by his complete first name. “What’s 'The Look'?” “Oh, yeah. I mean, when pa said: ‘Kate, listen to your mother’, that meant that they already had a discussion about the whole thing and I had no say on the matter – in all actuality. So I switched tactics: ‘It’s too expensive. Where are you gonna get the money?’ “And ma goes: ‘You let us worry about that, Kate. All right?’ as she was bending over to wipe the coffee table. She then
At 3 pm, Ms. Perfect is sitting across a table from Kate in a makeshift office that used to be an attic. The inwardly sloping ceiling is painted taffy-pink and plastered with leopard prints; posters of kittens that would’ve looked cute and at home on the web but were printed and blown up so they’re just scary; magazine cutouts of the Pope; painting replicas of the Virgin Mary and Jesus; and posters of quotes like: | Dance like no one is watching {Love} LIKE YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HURT {Sing} LIKE NO ONE IS LISTENING {Live} LIKE HEAVEN IS ON EARTH | interspersed with images of Snoopy, Kate’s fave dog character along with Odie. Those few, tiny images of Snoopy never fail to remind Kate of Ecto 2.0 and the painful moment when she repeatedly commanded it to “stay” and, finally, “shut down” on the day that Camp Unplugged’s van came to pick her up. As though Ecto 2.0 could sense something bad was about to happen, he kept following her around. Here at the top of the Main House, the
The problem with Kate is she’s overthinking the whole thing. For her, the Double Vision Board is like those English essay-writing tests where everybody comes up with the best-sounding lies to answer a question like "If you could change one thing in this world, what would you change?" or "Describe the person who has had the greatest influence on you." The teacher always tells you there’s no right or wrong answer but the fact that there’s a grade attached to it makes her feel that there should be a catch somewhere. Many of Kate’s classmates at 11-Narra have perfected the art of concocting (and memorizing) the most suitable lies, whichever’s shorter and more effective in getting the grade. Kate’s conscience, unfortunately, always requires her to do things the hard way by writing an honest answer, her composition exceeding the allotted space below the typed question, snaking along the edge of the questionnaire, disappearing and continuing on the back page, seen off by a "Cont." label and
For Ecto, New Year’s is more or less the same as Christmas. The same warm, gooey feeling. The same close-knit spirit. Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte has banned the manufacture and sale of firecrackers, the shooting of which has been a well-loved tradition for centuries and can be traced all the way back to the Spanish colonial era. The exact inventors and originators were the Chinese, who believed that noise would drive away bad luck and bad spirits. According to Mr. and Mrs. Lapuz, the Filipinos seem sadder now, having been robbed of the most thrilling and spectacular means of making noise. But according to health and safety records, hospital personnel can rest easier because the ERs wouldn’t be packed with casualties this time around. Just the New Year’s before last, it was like a war zone on the streets what of households competing for the biggest bang to welcome the new year. Many men got drunk out of their minds and then tried to light a firecracker with the non-PC name
After Mass, Kate and Nate buy rice cakes at the town square. One is the awesomely purple puto bumbong and another the yellow bibingka. They also buy roasted chestnuts and bring all the treats home to Mr. and Mrs. Lapuz. On one trip to a very crowded shopping mall, Ecto sees a Santa Claus impersonator. Curiously, the Santa is Caucasian and not brown-skinned like most of the Filipinos. Of course Ecto has already figured out by himself that Santa isn’t real. To his surprise, after they get back home, Kate insists on teaching him the hooman custom of hanging a stocking. On the desktop of her computer, Kate shows him a folder that she has named “Ecto’s Stocking”. She then goes through all the trouble of changing her wallpaper to a fireplace and dragging the folder onto the 2D mantelpiece. “What for?” he asks her through her smartphone’s loudspeaker. Her smartphone is open and showing the My Dream Boyfriend app, right into the inside of Ecto’s bedroom. Ecto’s wearing a knit sweater
With a little help from Terra, Kate downloads the My Dream Boyfriend App again with some customizations. Because Ecto isn’t bound by any one platform anymore, he’s capable of some manner of fission, where he splits and replicates himself while also dividing his consciousness among all his manifestations. It’s like Doctor Strange’s clones when they were fighting Thanos, but in Ecto’s case, each and every duplicate is much more than an illusion and is a sentient and perfect version of himself. This allows him to be both in Nate’s microchip implant while back in his virtual bedroom inside the My Dream Boyfriend app on Kate’s smartphone. At any time, he can also perform fusion and re-absorb his manifestations. Terra removed the boyfriend creation window because of course Kate doesn’t need it anymore. Ecto wanted his virtual bedroom exactly as it was. He could easily “slide” into his other cribs anyway, like the old orange, pink and red Provençal one on Dungeon Raydens which he was able
It’s already 6 pm when Nate finishes his social host obligations and comes looking for Kate. He doesn’t need to look hard though because earlier, Kate sent him a text saying she’s waiting for him in the Council office. Nate has a spring in his step and is smiling ear to ear. The scratches on his face are still stinging but, before the closing ceremony, Nurse Judy cleaned and applied Band-Aid on them. Nate can’t hide his excitement in seeing his GF again after they’ve taken care of all their responsibilities. {That kiss on the track was supernova-hot. I hope we make out too.} When he finds the office door locked, oddly enough, he knocks and calls out uncertainly: “Kate?” He hears her move inside the room and then the door swings open. The sight of her face wipes his smile off. She’s been crying in the dim. She has the look of someone who has just had herself a good cry. Her eyes look cleansed and exposed, indeed like pure windows into her soul. Her lips are tightly set in a line, as
Kate is alone in the Student Council office tidying up. Nate’s off wrapping things up with his manager and the film crew and saying goodbye to everybody, including his bandmates. The trophy that STEM 12 won is now in the 12-Everest homeroom, because the bulk of tournament champions is there. Kate’s classmates are all posing with it and gushing at how shiny it is. This year’s Intrams was perfect. Kate couldn’t ask for anything more. She has once again been reminded of the importance of having balance in life; of, as cheesy as it sounds, having both a sound mind and a sound body. It felt good to do something physical, to be away from the rigors of school work and the false urgency of the Internet. But the heart of the matter is, she’s blissfully content because she has a boyfriend and she didn’t make a mistake in choosing him. In fact, she made a brilliant choice. An undertow to her joy is a silent prayer that she has finally broken the curse that she felt had hung over her ever since
“OMG!” Mr. Romero says the word in everyone’s mind as they watch the pitiful scene. “Policarpio’s crawling to the baton exchange. Quick! Somebody help him! Help him!” Reggie is the first to break the spell of paralysis. He leaps over the rail and onto the track. He and Jared manage to run towards him before the alert CAT volunteers practice crowd control and stop others from joining. Reggie reaches Nate’s side. “No!” Nate screams vehemently. “Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! I have to do this by myself.” “But hyung,” Jared says, having stopped next to Reggie, “you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to prove anything.” “Yes… I… do,” Nate grunts as he crawls forward foot by precious foot. “Let us help you,” Reggie pleads. “You don’t have to do this alone.” “Don’t come closer!” Nate barks, spittle flying between his gritted teeth. In what feels like eternity, he reaches the changeover zone and Kate’s crouched form. Her eyes are glassy and full of pity for him. He hates that loo
By Friday morning, STEM 12 has won a total of 7 champion ribbons and several ones as runner-up. This makes them a leading candidate for overall champion. As Kate has anticipated, the non-sports events buoyed them. Apart from Francine and her escort winning Mr. and Mrs. Intrams, Grace and her benchwarmers won the bench cheer. It didn’t hurt either that the Bali Girls minus setter Lor were at the top of their game. And Nate, to everyone’s astonishment, is actually a Filipino Usain Bolt in the making. {Your BF’s Superman,} Nate’s words have been echoing inside Kate’s head since Wednesday, along with the news reporter’s: {Idol, social catalyst and Internet detective. Is there anything that Cyber can’t do?} But STEM 12 didn’t exactly win all their wins. Just like in last year’s Intrams, several games have been forfeited. An opposing team either failed to meet the minimum number of players required to start the game or failed to appear at the venue within the 15-minute grace period. On CIT
The crowd of hysterical girls in front, held back only by a cordon of CAT cadets from junior high, are screaming the names of DMG members: “Cyber! Reggie! Jared! Sonic! Neo!” Seemingly from out of nowhere, they’ve whipped out banners and signs. Instead of the usual glow-in-the-dark Korean lettering for an evening K-pop concert, there’s a slew of English ones interspersed with the name of a particular artist or of the whole band. | IT’S MY BIRTHDAY CYBER, YOU ARE MY PRESENT DUMP KATE TAKE ME I WOULD SELL MY SIBLINGS FOR YOU I LOVE YOU MORE THAN FREE WIFI DON’T STOP INSPIRING ME! CAN I BE YOUR HAIRDRESSER? ALL I WANT FOR X-MAS IS A PIC WITH JARED DMG We have 5 fingers enough for 5 wedding rings SPIT ON ME CYBER | An English-speaking Filipino director is riding a crane and shooting high up in the aisle of the audience seats. His staff is scattered on the edges and near the stage, operating or holding up every manner of equipment. DMG plays their covers of the most popular s
On Tuesday, they have the same brain-hurting and nose-bleeding calculations in Physics and Chemistry. The only thing different is DMG’s closed-door rehearsal at the chapel-slash-auditorium 500 meters east. Nate has been exempted by Principal Aguilar personally from any school work or quiz. The whole campus is abuzz and on edge at every sighting of truck and van with tinted windows down Campus Drive and onwards to the auditorium. Kate has also prepared paper lots in an empty pencil case for the Secret Santa next month. She lets every Everester pick their recipient, including her own name. Kate has set the budget at “No Fixed Price” because she knows not all students are financially comfortable. When only two pieces of folded paper remain (one for Nate and one for her), she picks her recipient and is both excited and nervous to see that it’s Grace. She keeps the last piece of paper, of course unopened, for Nate. {Huh,} she thinks to herself afterwards. {What gift can I give somebod