139 Mass Execution (1/2)
No, I didn't kill them.
That would make me a mass murderer. More of a mass murderer, I mean. It isn't like I haven't cleansed an entire planet of its inhabitants before.
And I would certainly do it again if it served a purpose.
Killing everyone on Earth does not serve any purpose. I am trying to give them a future. A better future than the one that someone else has installed for them. Therefore, I merely stash them all in my spatial dimension. They each get their very own stasis cell, awaiting to open their eyes into the new age.
The age of me.
To be honest, they are considered the lucky ones. Aside from a little pain of being burned alive, forcing out a little terrific scream here and there, they get to sit out the rest of the terror show.
Yes. It is a terror show, as demonstrated by the expressions from everyone regardless of age. I suppose I should send the children on their way to heaven since they do not need to witness anymore of this.
”William Jefferson Clinton.”
Bill Clinton flinches when I call his name. Although he is not directly or even indirectly responsible, he could not help but feel for those that had been burned alive by me. His wife for many years is amongst those people. He has seen her burst into flames and heard her screams. Only her ashes remain.
Obviously, that isn't the case. And even if I did burn her for real, I could always bring her back without any effort.
”Do you have any last word?”
I request calmly and collectively. There is very little expression upon my face.
”Yes. Yes, I do. Please tell me why. Please. They are not a threat to, to any of you. There is no reason to kill them. To burn them alive.”
Bill Clinton asks. He asks tearfully. For millions of people – the American people – to be snuffed out in an instant. No one can stay calmed. No one but me.
I look at him as my eyes burns brightly. Flames continue to swirl around my body, scorching the ground and torching the air. Anyone who dares to stand too close to me will be burned to ashes.
”There is no reason, William Jefferson Clinton. Other than the fact they disagree with me.”
I answer him expressionless and watch his body and mind trembles with hopelessness. And he is not the only one. Everyone who heard feels the same.
”If you are concerned, do not be. We have transcended beyond this mortal coil. Being dead is merely another state of living for us. And for all who follows Origin.”
Flames manifest and swirl in front of Bill Clinton before dissipating and leaving his wife, Hillary Clinton behind.
”Oh God!”
Hillary Clinton wails in terror while everyone in the spectator area watches on speechlessly. They have all saw what happened to her. Her ash is still there on the seat. And it is still warm.
Bill Clinton calls out to his wife and takes her into his embrace despite what had happened. She is still his wife, and he does love her. Sadly, she does not feel the same way in return.
”Thank you.”
Bill Clinton utters.
”You have misunderstood me, William Jefferson Clinton. I did not return her back to you.”
The moment I have said that, Hillary Clinton screams out in pain as her body sets alight. Her body turns to ash within his arms, bringing him to tears once more.
”Why?”
Bill Clinton calls out in pain. I didn't think he loves his wife that much, considering he has been having quite a number of affairs over the years. But I suppose that didn't mean he didn't love his wife.
Love is a very complicated topic. Even by the 31st century, it is poorly understood from scientific point of view. How did a bunch of chemicals in the brain, working together to elicit emotions?
”You already know the reason, William Jefferson Clinton. I do not wish to repeat myself.”
I remind Bill Clinton of the reason. It is because his wife has disagreed with me, and therefore, just like everyone else, she must be destroyed.
It is how the Ori did thing in the television show, Stargate SG-1. Anyone who disagree with them and refuse to follow their religion will simply get destroyed. An entire planet gets wiped out in the process. There is no need for philosophical debate.
Gods do not need to think about the moral implication. Gods do whatever the fuck they liked.
I know that I am not a God. I am an Aspect. It is better.
”Just because they disagree with you?”
Bill Clinton utters. He wants to scream at me and curse me, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, not when millions more lives are at stake. This is what it meant to be a leader. He is a good leader.
I acknowledge that.
”Yes. It is simply that, William Jefferson Clinton. It is how your people say…”
I pause and touch my forehead and temple before shaking my head. The flames in my eyes flicker for effect. Everyone notices that. The smart ones understand that I am merely speaking through someone named Maximilien Maxwell. Of course, I want them to think that.
Perhaps, they will come to the solution.
I blink a couple of times as the flames in my eyes regain its strength and integrity.
”Do you think about the ants below your feet, William Jefferson Clinton? They are to you as your kind is to us. The only different is because we take notice. If it wasn't for us, your kind would be no more.”
I speak up once more. However, the tone and the choices of word I have used are much different than before. This is just to show the people that Maximilien Maxwell is affecting me. He is affecting the Ori themselves.
It is all just an act.
”The Flood is beyond your comprehension. It scourges the universe and destroys countless of worlds, including our world eons ago. If we did not transcend this mortal plane, we would have become extinct just like your species would have.”
I begin fabricating a fantastic tale about the Flood. The Flood is based on Halo franchise by Microsoft, but instead of grotesque abominations that consume all sentient life, the Flood consumes plant life.
All plant life.
And without plant life, everything would die, resulting in a dead universe.
Everyone is speechless. They had never imagined what was happening across the world is due to the doing of an interspatial dimensional species.