It's a weird thing to think of. I remember when I was a kid imagining it as a sort of free floating observer camera in cs1.9.
The implications of maybe not being able to turn observer mode off never really hit me.
I've seen things I can't explain. Met one such person. Either she's a sorceress, the nice kind, though, the kind of sorceress that'll cuddle you when you're on her side, fuck you up in unimaginable ways if you're not, or she's an angel.
Back when I dated my ex I was a stupid little shit and brought her handcuffs as a birthday gift. I brought the box within a hundred meter radius of the woman and heard her voice whispering "don't worry, Compo, we trust you."
I look left, nothing. Right? Nothing. Back? Forward? Nothing. Then I spot her about a hundred meters away with her friends, and as soon as I realize it's her, it's like she feels I see her, she turns around, smiles and waves. The thing happened again and again, and each time I'm getting closer to shitting my pants.
I mean, I AM going to gift her daughter a "naughty" gift, one that most standard families won't take too kindly. I'm trying to ignore the whispering as I put a blindfold on the girl with the intent to handcuff her hands behind the back, attaching her to a tree because Hollywood tells me that's the best way to give a girl you have a major crush on military grade handcuffs as a kinky birthday gift. The whispering gets louder.
I'm pondering my sanity at this point.
I'm pushing the girl (blindfolded) against the tree (gently) with my chest due to literal lack of arms.
More whispering.
Click!
The girl tries to knee my nuts, but I manage to jump away.
There's some playful giggling as she struggles with the handcuffs and tries to kick my balls. Can't say I blame her. Looking back, that must've felt uncomfortable as hell. She has some history with rapey assholes which, in my defense, I didn't know about, and the subject never came up.
The cake appears. It's the size of ME!
There's a number on top, of course.
Six-fucking-teen.
I've just sexually assaulted a minor.
The girl fucking teleports out of nowhere handing me the cuffs back, laughing and saying handcuffs are actually a poor choice of bondage gear. I'm still processing the fact that by legal terms I'm a heavy duty sex offender.
Let records say I never touched her inappropriately. Even back then I knew what a sex offender is and was terrified of achieving such status. Never went above holding hands and never kissed. Never did anything vaguely sexual. Gently held her against that tree bending awkwardly to keep my groin as far as I could.
Made sure to be an annoying arse and not some kinkster.
Her mom definitely knows what I did. The only response I got from her was "should've gone with Smith & Winston kekeke".
But still, I met a clear telepath/sorceress kind of person.
We still talk on rare occasion. That particular day never comes up. Now that she's back in the US, neither does the whispering.