OK, maybe I'm just confused. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. But having just read all of ch. 11 again, it seems like Miho is actually being controlled by something resembling Joss Whedon's Dollhouse. To that end, a quick filk that, (hopefully) I don't have to explain line by line.

Also, it has always amused me that, in programming, a handler is a thing that handles errors and illegal program activity -- in other words, keeps a thing from crashing.

Building up to something epic next week. Stay tuned.
-Mad Word

One Player
with apologies to Andrew W.K.

I can fly through the air
if I'm feeling despair
'cause I fly just as I please
I don't need any handlers any more,
I hate how they're always on their knees

I wear hospital gowns
but they won't let me down
or look good outside my room,
But I don't need any handlers any more,
Don't need them making things go boom
(Whoa, whoa)

[Chorus:]
Well the program crashed a long time ago,
you only need one player,
I'll say it again,
And all the fans move on like the times before,
You only need one player. He's playing pretend,
but he'll be trying too hard,
trying too hard, trying too hard,
trying too hard, trying too hard,
'til it ends.

Well I have all the fear
that I need to appear
well-adjusted and controlled,
and I don't need any handlers any more
or all the good feelings that they stole

And some people may feel
a Platonic ideal
is a thing they can attain,
But I don't need any handlers any more,
'cause all they do is cause me pain
(Whoa, whoa)

[Chorus 2x]

Possibly a youtube link

Original Lyrics:
I can roll out of synch
With the beat of the rink
Cause I roll on my own terms
I don't need any sisters anymore
I already ate my fill of worms

I can drape like a gown
On the curve of a sound
That you heard inside your room
But I don't need any sisters anymore
And I won't wear your cheap perfume
Whoa whoa

[Chorus:]
Well, the car pulled up a long time ago
You o nly need one brother
(Now say it again)
And let the right ones leave like they left you before
You only got one brother
(He's only a friend)
And you'll be making no love
Making no love, making no love
Making no love, making no love
Just friends

I posses all the grace
That it takes to erase
All the nightmares that I've had
Well, I don't need any sisters anymore
But now I admit they're not so bad

Having faith in a dream
Put a hole in the seams
Of the shadows that you sew
And I don't need any sisters anymore
'Cause I only need to do my show
Whoa whoa

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