[ WP ] Laws of nature become sentient beings . You can be freed even from death , however the process of being released is like a really bad breakup .

Gravity lives next door. He is a quiet, practical guy, and he gets along with pretty much everyone although he is n't that much of a social butterfly. That's why it's his house that always gets picked out for throwing parties when the Laws of Nature-LoNs, as we call them now. Pronounced as something between lawn and loan-gather. LoNs are like celebrities. Everyone knows them. The LoNs love people too-they generally tend to love the whole world. It seems they love anything that they're related to. Lots of people want to be freed from Death, and maybe Bodily Needs and a little bit of Gravity too, but no one can dare ask it. They're too scared of what kind of reaction they might show when they know we sometimes do n't want to be connected. 
 
 They say get along with your neighbors. Well, I'm proud to say I do. I'm good friends with Gravity-we get along, we enjoy each other's prescence. I baked him cookies, he likes it, he shows me some cool tricks controlling Gravity as he will, and I like it. Gravity is pretty lenient, so he does n't mind letting your hand go-lightening your gravity-if it's for a short while. He would never completely let go, and it's only temporary, but floating *is* a lot of fun. Friends as we are, I guess it was only a matter of time before he invited me to one of his LoN only parties. 
 
 I hear a knock at the door and rush out. 
 
 `` Comiiiiiing... Oh, hey! If it is n't good old Grav. What's up?'' 
 
 `` I'm having a party tonight, with all the LoNs. Thought I'd ask you.'' 
 
 `` Ohhh! I would be glad to go. Thank you for inviting me! Will Reproduction be there?'' 
 
 Reproduction really is a celebrity, with beauty that can be sexual *and* purely aesthetic. I've only seen Reproduction on screen, and I was n't about to pass up the chance. Gravity chuckled a little. 
 
 `` Yeah, Reproduction's coming. Well, see you then.'' 
 
 Yes! I muffled an elated squeal. I could n't wait! 
 
 
 
 
 Oh my god. I thought with half giggles and half grim repentance. Just how drunk am I? I muttered as the world made a backflip in front of me. Addiction was a sly boy, though I had to admit he was pretty cute. Oh well, at least I turned down the marijuana. 
 
 I walked-staggered-to the table, looking for more alcohol to drench my body in. But I could n't make it. Death was right there, in all her glory! She was just like what I heard. Fiery red hair, curvaceous body, shining green eyes. She was one attractive lady. I recalled learning that before LoNs took on the human form, Death was perceived as some skeleton, dressed in black and holding a scythe. I could n't understand how anyone could think that way. Death was full of love. She loved everyone, perhaps to the point where it was too much and she got possessive. But she was vibrant with love and confidence bordering on arrogance. How could anyone think Death would wear black? I took a step towards her, wanting to talk. 
 
 I then noticed that Death was n't just enjoying the party. She was having an argument with Life and Inertia. I hesitated, not wanting to get caught up in a fight. Too late, Death turned towards me with tears in her eyes. She told Life and Inertia, `` Let's ask a human then. Let's ask what *they* think!''. She then asked with remarkable force, `` Life and Inertia says that I should n't exist and no one likes me. They tell me I'm a bother. Are n't they so mean? How could they! I'm a Law, just like they are! Dying is a natural order too, riiiiight?'' 
 
 I spewed a bit of meaningless garble before my brain cleared enough to pronounce understandable sentences. 
 
 `` Well, uhhh, but it is only natural that people do n't want to, ummm, die. I mean, I do n't mean that I do n't like you! I really like you, you're a very beautiful person, and uh, really nice. But, you know... Some people dread death.'' 
 
 Unfortunately, my alcohol ridden brain was n't clear enough for good judgement. Death pushed me back *hard*, sending me staggering a few steps back. When I regained balance, I could see Life and Inertia clicking their tongues at Death behind her shoulder. Death, meanwhile, pushed back her tears and pointed her long index finger at me. 
 
 `` Fine! If you do n't like me, then do whatever you want! I-I do n't like you either! I wo n't *ever* take you!'' 
 
 Then she left, stomping up a storm as she walked away. My fuzzy brain could n't quite comprehend what just happened, and just barely reached some kind of conclusion. 
 
 I was now an immortal scumbag.
