Note: I have added this story to my portfolio here: Link Pym's Gal Pym Malachi Ian was tired of being alone. He blamed some of his lonely nature on the name his parents gave him, supposedly he was descended from some famous Greek sculptor, but he just thought it was lame. Not that he wanted to be popular, everything about the idea disgusted him, specifically the other people. He wasn’t cynical, he just couldn’t stand the rest of his generation, specifically the girls. All they cared about was how they looked and what parties they went to and every other aspect of their appearance. If something didn’t directly affect how they were seen, either literally or in a social sense, those girls couldn’t be bothered by it. But Gal A. T., she was the exception. Everything about her was perfect, from her looks, to her brains, to her slightly shy personality. Everything that could be perfect about her, was in Pym’s eyes. The only problem was that she wasn’t exactly real. Pym was ...