My name is Data; It has been so for years now. Iąve almost forgotten that I was once baptized Alexandra; Alexandra Salvanou, daughter of Robert and Haritini. Iąm guilty of all the sins that the church or the police can imagine, yet I donąt feel guilty about any of them. Everything came naturally to me, or so they seemed. It never even crossed my mind that it was evil that was always bred within me and never good. I was born incredibly beautiful and that was yet another weapon in my hands, for it was an invisible trap for my unsuspecting victims. No-one would ever believe that the face of an angel could hide the hard of a dark soul so intricately, a soul sworn to breed death and disaster. Perhaps death, which I chose with such ease, was a kind of deliverance, a catharsis, a purification. Enemies? Those were the only kind I made in my life. I never made any friends, nor did I feel a need for them. Friendship, to me, meant weakness, a weapon in the hands of the opponent, and I was never one of those women to give others such freedoms, nor did I want unnecessary weight on my shoulders. My name is Data; I live in another world, one that I have created myself, with my own rules and bylaws. My name is Data; and I donąt regret... anything...
By Lena Manta. 552 pages. Paperback. Psichogios publications.