All is Calm, All is Bright (Pic #41 & 42) -- Stella Glow

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Title: All is Calm, All is Bright

Fandom: Stella Glow

Author: tehexile 

Character: Veronica

Length: 375

Rating: PG-13

Tags: major spoilers, strong language, angst, alcohol and other substance abuse

 

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Looking up at the dull crimson pulsing moon, the blood-red tendrils snaking from it like a carnivorous tree, the constant white tide of beings who called themselves angels pouring down it, their intentions far from angelic, Veronica could hardly remember a tide when the moon didn't scare her.

It had been blue, back then, with a constant glow of the terminals controlling the AI systems that ran up there. You could watch it from the balcony of your apartment and see all the signs of civilisation - calm lakes of purified water from the local aqueducts, neon streetlights and the glow of office buildings where Government officials still worked all night to oversee the functions of the regional hubs that connected up to the main control satellites on the moon. There were even gentle forests where the wildlife was preserved.

Everything was so calm, so peaceful.

That was in the early stages of the EVE-Maria Project, before the AI had time to learn, to truly understood how fucked up the human mind could be, what people truly wished for if you gave them free reign over reality. 

Before the offenders had been euthanised for their own good. All of them. No, upon their own request - the negative waves they were giving off clearly indicated that they wished to die.

"You could have just ended it at cleaning up the cities a bit, you stupid fucks," Veronica sighed as she watched the encroaching lunar hordes from the battlements of Alexandria's castle, saw the night watch on their patrols with their occasional skirmishes, or Archibald dragging a drunk Dante back into the barracks before he murdered someone. At least there was sort of a semblance of peace there - a common enemy, at least, "Everyone's wishes coming true, that's the last thing society needs. Damn idiots."

She took another crunchy bite of roast angel wing, hating it but loving its effect on her, "Even Hilda's plan was better thought out than this. The only way humans are really at peace is if they're pretty, gleaming statues of themselves. It's all they really want, so they might as well become it. Idiots. All of them."

She sighed and went back inside to look for a drink.