Such a personality was clearly not satisfactory. When Pamela had still been a very little girl, being quiet and sensible had always had its advantages. That was also why she had been chosen.
But as she grew older, her foster mother finally realized that Pamela was sick.
This was not an insult born of embarrassment and anger, but an accurate description. Pamela possessed an innate indifference and detachment toward everything. Nothing interested her.
This was not a trait of the spectrum. Pamela did not feel dissociated; it was simply that the organs in her body that secreted stimulatory chemicals seemed to have stopped functioning long ago. Yet this was not depression either. She often felt herself falling, but she was not afraid of the fall. To her, it was normal.
Such a personality was obviously unlikely to radiate outward charm. Mastery of The four arts: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting was all well and good, but sexual appeal was the most important thing in that line of work; everything else was just an extra. Pamela could stand there looking beautiful, yet utterly soulless.
There was an even more fatal flaw: Pamela's indifference and lack of concern were often interpreted by ordinary people as contempt. Other people's aloof, unattainable beauties might have been Character Design; she genuinely looked down equally upon every person in the world.
Pamela's education had clearly failed. Her foster mother had tried for a long time and exhausted every possible method, even resorting to more extreme measures, but Pamela was like rotten wood that could not be carved—completely unmoved, and growing ever more sick.
Such a product had no value, but resources and effort had still been spent producing her. More importantly, this had shattered her foster mother's undefeated record, making her understand that her educational methods