This is a fictional story meant to illustrate the plot of the film Obsession.
Imagine that I’ve been obsessing over a girl. My productivity has taken a nose-dive. I don’t sleep. My friends are tired of listening to me talk about her.
Imagine that I, DeepLeftAnalysis, was invited to a “party,” which turned out to be a Peter Thiel meetup. I hate Peter Thiel, but I was tricked into going, under false pretenses.
There, I met a right-wing girl -- the opposite of me in every way.
Whereas I am under the poverty line and live with stinky roommates in a bad part of town, she’s the daughter of a billionaire and lives alone in a penthouse.
Whereas I share my deepest secrets openly with the internet, she has no social media whatsoever -- not even Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, or LinkedIn, because she’s afraid to reveal herself to the world.
Whereas my greatest fantasy is to die young, to sacrifice my life for some great cause, her fantasy is to use life-extension technology to outlive the singularity.
I know that this is a ridiculous fictional scenario, comically unbelievable, but bare with me. The basic plot so far is this:
A man wants a woman.
She falls in love with him, almost against her will.
But then things start to go wrong.
