Commander and Chief of the whole gosh-darned armed forces (or something like that,) Bevin Conners (aka, the chief goddess of pain and wanton destruction, prime minister of tent-bag puppets and pseudo sock-puppets) filed out of the war-room, looking at the three oligarchy leaders. She bit her lower lip and straightened her blue Tori Amos T-shirt.

"Hey... I." she began and dropped off into quiet nothing.

Having never indicated that she was all for destruction and pain upon massive levels, (and really, REALLY only could endorse the all-out, personal, time consuming, work-of-art kind) the goddess had to worry. Sure, it was AOL.... and they DID all deserve to die. And all the serverless were to be taken under the wing of Oligarchy subsidiaries and "helped" out of their predicament. But....

"Hey, Guys?? Just out of curiosity... I we just going to genocide AOL out of existence?? I mean, isn't there such a thing as free choice and free will? I mean, Sure, we're an Oligarchy and all... but don't you think that going out and saying to people, "All other Religions are Wrong" is kind of... mean? Sure, we're talking about AOL here, and I'm not going to argue for those Jokers. They're cruel bastards and ought to be gotten rid of for the sake of the populace. But the point of it really is..... They're
practically Nazis, those jerks. But, can we eliminate them without BECOMING them?? It's really easy to say 'We're right, they're wrong' and be done with it. Have we ever thought as to why??"

She had stopped in the hall, and perhaps just given the most coherent speech of the most importance of her life. Usually her speeches consisted of "AHHHHHHHHHhhhhhHHHHhhHHHHhhhhhhhHHHH!!" and delivering vengeance upon a swift pounce. But this, THIS was different.

"Guys. I mean, I have a *BAD* feeling about this."

And the goddess was *worried*.