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Kindly pen me a letter/poem to inform me that you have created a political situation. Authorities discovered your ploy and now you're on your way to exile. Pick a country of your exile, not your own country. A foreign country most preferably. Tell me about it, your anxiety about your indefinite stay in a foreign land. What you'll miss the most about your home country etc. funny, sad, and serious, all accepted. Tag me @Octavian have fun with it.

A Letter from Bella Gretnu

Dear Octavian,

   I am writing to you with the sole purpose of letting the world know what has happened to me. I have been granted the ability to write two letters and I am seizing the opportunity. One shall go to me, and the other is going to you. I entrust that you shall pass the enclosed information onto whomever it may concern. Let the world know why I have been locked away.

   But why have I been locked up? And in tiny cell in Siberia no less? The answer is as simple and complicated as this: I plotted to end this world.

   I had planned the perfect apocalypse, starting with the assassination of all world leaders. I wanted to show that it could be done. I wanted the worlds to feel the chaos I feel in my mind every day. I know I'm raving mad. I'm a certified lunatic in every universe. HA! I fancy this makes me more dangerous. I just wanted to share this feeling with the world.

   I would have done it too. But of course I was foiled by the simplest of errors. A single tiny flaw; that of my own weak human nature. I let slip my plan. The taxi driver had asked a simple enough question, "What's that bag for?"

   So I told him, "It's a Matter Splitter. I can duplicate myself into a thousand me's. Shall I show you?" And I did. I duplicated myself four times. The taxi driver immediately called the authorities. One thing lead to another and half the NYPD ended up dead. In my defense, they killed four thousand of my clones. There bodies have been taken away for some kind of study.

   And now I am here, locked in a tiny cell. Monitored 24/7. Totally alone. Except for my friend. He'll keep me company for some time. Nobody else can see him and whenever I tell the guards, they just laugh at me and assume I'm crazy. Except I am crazy, and I know I am. I also know that he's real.

With love,

Bella Gretnu

   P.S. Let the transcriber of this letter know that I'll be having words with him about his writing style. I much preferred being transcribed by his brother. So much more freedom. Ah well...

Authors note: Bella Gretnu is a fictional character that my brother and I have been working on. She is a multidimensional being who drank from the Fountain of Youth. Because she is multidimensional, she lives in every possible reality. She knows that she is living in each reality and has a general awareness of what her other selves are feeling and going through. Because of this knowledge, she is thoroughly crazy. (in keeping with her character, she also knows that she is in a book/short story)

Based on these guidelines, we are able to incorporate her into any work of fiction we write. Currently, she has been transcribed into four stories —all unpublished— including this one. I will gladly expand upon this character more in later stories. But I figured I'd save you all the headache.

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