“I think you’re just misunderstanding me, is all,” Kam says, the same calm demeanor on her face as always. “This is for them,” she explains, “this is all for their entertainment.”
Kam pauses for a moment. Jason looks down for a moment before returning his gaze to Kam.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he objects, “if that were true, then surely you wouldn’t be as aggressive as you are.”
Kam simply holds a finger to her lips in response. “You still don’t get it. Entertaining others is like a drug to me,” she admits, bluntly, “making stories with my bare hands, it’s addicting!” Kam stares down at her palms, her voice shaking as her sanity cracks like porcelain. “Making these worlds and characters and showing them to an admiring audience of millions, all with their own perspectives and ideas,” Kam looks back up at Jason, “it’s ecstasy to me!”
“Then why not make actual fiction!?” Jason argues, “Why not make a movie or book? Why pull the strings of real people?”
“That’s just not where the bar is anymore, Jason,” Kam retorts, her voice uncannily shifting back to her usual, formal tone. She holds her hands together infront of her, gesturing with them like a businessman as she talks.
“You need to understand that what the people want is something real,” Kam explains, “and the easiest, most efficient, and more authentic way to achieve this is by simply giving them something real.”
“But you don’t even do that!” Jason retorts, his eyes littered with anger and dread, “you play the role of the puppet master in your stupid show!”
Kam takes a minute to respond, an eerie smile on her face in response to Jason’s insult.
“The people don’t need to know that,” she says, her voice now more sinister than ever. The hair on the back of Jason’s neck stands straight. “The people like this, and they think it’s all real. Is there nothing more important than that? As an entertainer–no, the entertainer–it is my responsibility to appease my audience.
“Of course, if I stopped being the puppetmaster, as you called me, that would make the show so much more boring, don’t you think. The people would slowly get tired of it the monotony of it all. People want media to escape from their troubles, or at least see someone going through what they are, if not worse.
“If I don’t give that, if I just give them unaltered nonfiction, then they might as well just focus on their life. And if I make my audience feel that way, then I’m not doing my job.”
Jason opens his mouth to speak. But after hesitating, holds off.
“That explanation satisfying enough to you?” Kam asks.
Jason doesn’t bother responding. He stumbles back, toward the door of the office. He opens it, takes one final look at the smiling Kam, and walks through the doorway, silently shutting the door behind him.
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