Richard Robinson wrote:

I challenge anyone to write a reverse self insert. That is a
"revenge fic" without any revenge or to put another way,
what if the characters from your favorite anime came to our
world?

No they are not aware of the animes and mangas and
fanfiction in our world, at least not until they are here
for a while. Ranma or Ryoga might find out about the Animes,
maybe even the Manga, if they find a store selling them.
Nene would find out about both and the fanfiction on line.
Etc. Etc. Etc. ...

You mean like this?  (Nothing like a challenge already met...)  ^_-

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Disillusioned

Written by Adrian Tymes

[Legal disclaimer:

This story is based on characters created by Naoko Takeuchi.  Permission
is granted to freely distribute this story, so long as:
a: no recompense of financial value is received or given by the person
who distributes the story, and
b: the distributed copy is identical to the story as originally
authored.  In other words, don't sell it, and don't alter it.

Copyright (c) 1999, all rights reserved, et cetera.]

******

Ami Mizuno slowly lowered her head to her desk.  The conclusion was
unassailable, yet it meant that she had, in effect, wasted the past
several years of her life.

Sure, several years meant little to one who had already lived for over a
millennia, even ignoring time between reincarnations.  And it was not
like she had devoted every waking moment to this problem.  Still, this
project had been her primary occupation since the Black Moon Clan
finally left Crystal Tokyo in peace.

It began while examining data from her recording instruments, constantly
observing and measuring the world, even when she left them unattended
for months while she fought.  A few anomalies, a quick check against
some never-before-testable theories of multiple realities, and she had a
potential lead on the force that was responsible for reality itself.  In
effect, she had proven the existence of God, and had found a scientific
way to directly communicate with said deity.

This news went off like a bombshell, in a world where the closest thing
to a holy figure was utterly human.  True, Neo Queen Serenity had nearly
infinite patience, and an emotional tranquillity that would have earned
her name had she not inherited it.  She also had magical powers beyond
what most people could hope to wield.  But, for all that, she was hardly
omniscient or omnipotent, and even her love had limits.

In contrast, the entity - or, as it turned out, entities - that Ami
discovered had the power to direct reality.  Nearly everyone carried a
hope, which quickly turned into assumption without proof, that these
higher beings would be able to lift each and every person's soul into
heavenly awareness and bliss, if the request could only be sent.  This
belief hardly suffered when it was discovered that this source of
reality also supported many other realities: "What magnificent power,"
it was thought, "to be able to craft not just one, but many peoples, and
guide them all towards a common light."

Just today, Ami had finally broken through to one of the sources - a
group that, for some reason, organized itself like one of the electronic
forums of old: a mailing list, or a news group.  Not wanting to be
pelted with questions before she had answers, Ami kept the news to
herself while she downloaded and decoded a sampling of messages...

...only to discover that the beings who wrote her reality, were just as
fallible and human as the masses who sought to be saved by them.  They
apparently wrote entire realities for no higher purpose than their own
entertainment, and gave little thought to the created worlds once they
were done with them.  Just when she had gotten over that disappointment,
she ran into the sample she had just finished reading, which was
undeniably a symptom of something that her own world had long since
eradicated: spam.

The moral of this story?  Always try to be your best.  You never know
when someone might be worshipping you.  :)

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Author's Notes:

Yes, I know what you're thinking.  "Notes?  But, this author *never*
does notes!"  Well, this time, I actually have something to note (by
request, mind you): the origin of this fanfic.

If you haven't guessed (and/or weren't on the FFML at the time), this
was a reaction to an overdose of spam.  The FFML was created to
distribute and review fanfics, but several other threads had nearly
suffocated that content.  It got so bad that the list's moderator mused,
"You know there's too much spam on the FFML when....".  My full reply
was this fic, but if you want a short version: "...even the characters
become disillusioned with their authors."

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