The Uli Rouge

[Malaclypse 666]

Kate looked at her companions. Reggie, Alan and Spike waited for the explosion.

"What a snot!"

Alan snorted! "Bugger sure likes to hear himself talk, doesn't he? ..or "it"? Reggie?"

Reggie looked at what used to be his PDU, now feeling like the fabled White Rabbit, and wondering if his "date" would even be acheivable.

"A case of extreme paranoia, it seems." he said. "Our host spends so much time planning for contingencies, that it may actually cripple his ability to respond the the unexpected in the end."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "And what "unexpected" action do you have in mind, Mr. Waverly?"

"Call me Reggie, Spike. Or "Pops", if you like. It's very simple. The "Doctor", or whatever we are facing, thinks "he" has removed all of our choices. This will be amusing."

"Can he really infiltrate the ELF Comms network, Reg?" asked Alan.

"It amuses me that he thinks he can. His previous drivel about being Aeons old impresses me not in the least. He is exactly the same age as "Mama" Dis, in many ways. In fact, they were born at the exact same instant, from the same mother." He may think he can pull the wool over our Goddess Eris' eyes. The one thing he has not taken into consideration is evolution. Pull up a rock, and I shall explain."

"What?" sputtered Kate? "That megalomaniac has given us two hours to get out of this maze, and we're going to sit down and chat?!"

"Exactly, my dear, and share some refreshment as well!" Reggie said, as he pulled a small flask of Bombay Blue from a vest pocket.

"You see," he continued. "There is one thing that our host cannot control. It has been his downfall, his worst enemy, since time began. It is the reason that his "minions" created the smokescreens of "religions" and "governments". The "Doctor's" worst enemy is Free Will. His penchant for games will keep us safe, my friends. How can "he" play his silly games, if the players refuse to play?

"I propose simply that we exercise our Free Will. We shall sit here and enjoy each other's company, and let clocks tick, and doors open and shut, and the moon turn blue if it wishes. Let us see how our dear games referee responds to that."

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