"Better now?" The wizard asked.
"Much better. But why am I blond? I don't mind the bun but, blond?" Anna, now Anne said.
Shrugging, the wizard inspected her changed, although mostly similar body. "Well the important thing is the changes and desires should stop. They HAVE stopped, haven't they?"
Anne stopped for a moment.
She shook her head in denial, than let out a slight sigh.
"No."
""NO! What do you mean No? You're Anne now! This should have all gone away!" The Wizard shouted.
"I know. I feel like I'm Anne and have been Anne all my life, but the desire to me Anna is still there. It's not as strong, so I don't think I'll hurt myself like a robot trying to compute the essence of love or divide by zero- still, that subtle strong urge to "Become Anna" is still nagging quietly in the back of my mind. I don't know if we've really fixed it yet."
The wizard slumped back. "Well, the worst part of this is that if even you, the original Anna isn't immune to this, the world doesn't have a chance. They'll just chase you until they become you- than either decide they don't want that, or still will have this twisted persisting desire to become anna even AFTER becoming, well anna. It doesn't make any sense!"
Anne nodded.
"It's like, the concept of being Anna, if such a thing can be said to exist overall is some intangible, unachievable thing that we cannot satiate. How are we going to fix this?" She turned to the wizard for answers.
