I told everybody not to answer, but we couldn't handle the constant buzzing on the com-feed. When the main view screen lit up, you could feel the warmth sucked out of the room. She howled at us for letting the street gangs run wild. She screamed at us for letting the prophets get the upper hand in the war. And of course She shrieked us for letting her son die again. All the while, that damn cat of hers kept glaring at us like we were a snack.
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