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Date Posted: 22:21:20 11/07/01 Wed
Author: Trevor Deoge
Subject: **pokes board** Is it dead?

Trevor massages his temples for a brief moment, trying to think of what to do. The result comes up blank. It seems like half the revolutionaries want blood, and the other half want some sort of peaceful revolution. He agrees with the latter, but doesn't see how it could become true. What way do they have of convincing the worshippers that Neuracomp is wrong? Wrong, down to its very bones?

And yet, how can something that preaches such love and kindness and honesty be wrong? But they were. They take people and change the bodies but it was what they wanted, they're killing people that disagree with them but we started it.

Trevor is beginning to wonder if this was and is a bad idea. Things were so much simpler when he had been nothing but a priest, believing with his heart and soul that he had been doing what was right. There hadn't been these shades of gray for him to wonder about, there hadn't been the strickening of conscience every time bodies were discovered in the rubble.

But I was one of them, too, he thinks. I was one of those bodies floating in the tubes while they changed my body and the way I thought, put all these memories in my head that never go anywhere. How can that be right?

Still, there is the thought in the back of his mind that this is what Nature wants. He is succumbing to the cruel mistress that wants to shatter everything the Transcendent One has worked so hard to build. He is the enemy, here.

"Fine, then." Trevor looks up. "Pinky, since you're so eager to bomb them back to the Stone Age, you can go ahead and do so."

The magenta-mohawked elf smirks and gives him a thumbs-up. "Won't let ya down, boss."

I wish they'd stop thinking of me as 'boss.' Not like I know what I'm doing. "Yeah, whatever. Take along whoever wants to go. Do what needs to be done, but don't ask me for advice."

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