It's time for your performance review and you're meeting with me to discuss your service and whether you deserve to remain in my army of slaves or be thrown away and forgotten. You've been proudly and faithfully serving: sending tributes, buying gifts from my wishlist, binging on my clips, you've even built me a shrine! With all of your hard work and dedication, you're confident that you'll pass this review because you are one of my *very* best slaves. But even with my praise and pleased demeanor at your answers, it isn't long before it becomes apparent that I don't exactly recognize you. This whole time, you thought you've stood out as one of my favorites. You do everything right: you spend and serve and worship and sacrifice so much of yourself to me. How could I not even remember your name??? Oh, you sweet boy. Why are you so surprised? Yes, you're doing everything you should be, and more! But do you really expect me to remember who you are out of the army of slaves who do exactly the same? Why so disinclined to accept this? Amina's Empire is vast and expands every day: I have no time to dwell in the past when my ever-growing power and success lies in the future. I'm sure we had some lovely moments before, but I expect my slaves to grow with me and continue to prove their worthiness to me every day. So no, I don't remember your name. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a number. It's up to you to make sure that number is more significant and stands out above the rest. Otherwise, you're just another slave.
