Only a day had passed since the council had been convened, and already 2 innocent people had died. Zakharov had annoyed quite a few present, but in the end had been proved to be a good man; the mood was somber and tense. Several of the other faction leaders wondered to themselves who would run their people if they were killed as well.
After breakfast, there was business to attend to. The group returned to NAP hunting. After the day 1 failure, however, there wasnât much conviction. Most of the members hesitated and changed their minds frequently. There were as many as 6 different candidates at high noon, but no one seemed willing to vote any of them in the lead. âLetâs just kill them all,â someone grumbled, but all it got him was suspicious glares.
There was only one among them seemed to have real conviction. Sister Miriam determined to get Sindar Roze lynched from the beginning of the day.
âTHIS ONE has left the path of righteousness and now speaks with devils! We must destroy her! Can I get an amen?â
Crickets.
Miriam tried again. âIf the sin fits, we must convict! God has damned this heretic, let us follow his will. Can I get an amen!?â
Lady Dierdre felt a little bad that everyone was ignoring Miriam. âUmm, amen?â
Eventually, Miriam grew impatient. âLet me be clearer. God has spoken to me directly. Sindar Roze is a NAP!â
The council turned towards Miriam in bewilderment. Many wondered if she had finally gone made.
Miriam sighed. âAlso, my probe teams incriminating documents on her possession, which prove correspondence between her and the one the NAPâs call âSupreme leader.â
This the council believed. One by one they all now agreed to kill Sindar. She put up surprisingly little defense, finally announcing âletâs just get this over with.â After the rope was tied around her neck, she was given the traditional rights of last words. âOh, this means nothing,â she said somberly. âI have downloaded my consciousness to the NAP mainframe. After the rest of you are destroyed, My personality will live on forever.â She spit on those closest to her; with that, her fate was set. The latch was pushed, her neck was broken.
Novice, NAP role-scanner was lynched on day 2.
The council had eliminated one threat, at least, and the mood would be more jovial this evening.
Please don't go. The drones need you. They look up to you.