First Love First Sin

-Hello Ms. Eve Adams, my name is Detective Alex Johnson. L.A.P.D. We brought you here for some questions you need to answer. - This looks like Pentagon or FBI if you ask me. The way they brought me here was way too aggressive for just  a couple of questions, from what I know questioning should have an easier protocol preceded by  an invitation. I don't really think you know the way it works with invitations, it's a very complicated procedure of sending someone a letter, and that person decides if he/she would join or not. Have you not ever been to a wedding before? It's similar.  I'd rather say I was dragged here by you people and there was no written invite, So you better tell me why I am here?  Who are you and what is your real name please. -Ha ha ha! You're funny Ms. Adams, and you have a good eye for details.  Yes, you are right. You were brought here to discuss a very sensible and serious matter. Here, look at these photos and please be kind to explain how on earth can you appear in a mural picture of an ancient queen, in a paint portret that was painted in 1504, moreover, in all that other pictures that are scattered through all history? How can you be here after all this time? What is your secret? I look at the photos and i  take a long breath. I saw my True Love in some of them. How could this ignorant detective could understand that i am who I am. I look at the guy and smile.  -I don't know dear, who is the master of this art... but you do realize that if i am the same person you see in each painting, i should be extremelly old, if not dead. You look silly just for bringing me here and asking me this. If you have such an imagination, you would question the existing of Santa Clause as well, he appears in a lot of painting trough out history as well, am I right?  He looked at me angry - Miss Adams, I do not appreciate you mocking me, I know it is you in every picture, and i know it might be silly of me, asking you this, but still... the fact is that you appear in all those paintings that were drawn years ago, and now you are here. As beautiful as you were in every single picture. So, stop playing with me and tell me who the hell are you? And how did you do it?How did you pull such a trick ? - I am beginning to think that you are mad, I am not a magician you know. You made all this effort just to bring me here and show me some fake pictures of me? My dear Alex I think you should resign, or get a really long vacation to clear your mind, and go after some real cases. You aren't so good at your job if you used so many resources just for asking me some stupid questions. I am so sorry, in disappointing you but it is not me in those pictures. If you haven't known already, let me tell you something that you should have learned in biology lessons, every human being has at least 9 doppelgangers on Earth. So it is not impossible, I might have had  such famous doppelgangers that there are pictures of them everywhere. Just try using your brain a little and stop embarrassing yourself. How on earth I could be here with you and be the same queen that appears in this photo? In which alter universe are we living? -No more hiding, We know it is you! We just don't know how have you done it? How could you managed to keep yourself young, beautiful and healthy all this time. We want to know how?  - Clearly you are mad. You are out of your mind and I want to leave. NOW! -We are sorry Ms. Eve but until you say the truth and tell me your secrets, you will be staying here with us. I do hope you will change your mind because I don't like torturing women. You were right. This is the Pentagon Prison. And no one knows that you are here with me. You are all mine. All I want from you is answers. If you give them to me I promise, I will be good to you Eve. I do not want to hurt you. But we have to get out the truth from you, either you want it or not. it's your choice of the way you want to be treated.  Now,let the guards take you to your cell. You will spend some time there to reconsider your answers to my questions, and then we will meet again. Please think about it and don't force me to be mean to you. Two men led me to an empty cell in a secluded area. Everybody knew that I am a special guest there. And they all looked at me in a very strange way.  But I didn't care. All I wanted was to get to my cell. I managed to steal a picture from the table. One of those many pictures of me. My True Love was there, with me. I haven't seen him in so long. I had tears in my eyes as I walked down the hall. If they only knew.  But how could I explain it to them? How could I make them understand that my True Love, whom I was watching in that photo I stole, was the first man? How can they understand my secret if they are lost in science and development?Not everything in science can be explained as well as science can not explain everything  . My secret it is not something to be understood by anyone. It is a burden. A punishment. Something that science and technology can not explain or replicate. How can they understand that I am their mother? The mother of all! Eve Adams.