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"Anon WAIT, please, there are innocent people down there-"

"The universe cries out for a tyrant, Elodie" I said softly, as I hovered towards the nearest so-called Ark. "That is not megalomaniacal autofellatio, it is an observation of how power dynamics organically create social structures within the construct you call free will. A successful man is afforded more leverage, respect and privileges than an unsuccessful man. The popular are held above the masses. And those with information wield it to the disadvantage of the ignorant. Always. Always. This is the pattern"

There are times when I take a slow approach, a general measure of pruning and tending to a world as one would a garden. Times when I use avatars, elevate those within, debate and purchase and engage in all the other delaying actions for a quiet world conquest.

This is not one of those times. "This world deserves Anti-Life for all" I said, "except the...the subjugated. The Nikkes"

"Yes, master. Yes, it does" said Grail as Elodie searches for nonexistent mercy in her excited gaze. It is over in a thought. Somewhere an abusive hand pauses mid-swing, somewhere schemes are frozen in place. Somewhere humans are threatened with choking on the water they drink or a fall from a misstep; the only reason I tasked Grail with making sure they lived is because I want them to understand their position. The only beings I had any respect for reacted at first with panic, then mounting concern, and at last in long exodus to the beacon of white fire I have lit.

In an instant, the Rapture Cores powering the Ark are removed by block chain computations and redirected to the surface. All aggressions against the Ark ceased as the lifeforms attacking it pursued their plummeting overmind.

"W-what have you done to the Ark? Why are you doing this?"

"This is why" I tell them.

And I show them what M.M.R. does to Nikkes that fail their tests three times.

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