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Ok, so maybe updating my blog is against the rules, but since when have we ever paid attention to rules? All's well, we're not in dog crates, life's good.

I can't tell you where I am or what I'm doing, but I can tell you some pointers that may just save your life.

First off: Let's go back to our last wonderful adventure, the one where we forestalled mass genocide by stopping the kooks of Itex and all its little branch companies. The one where we got all of you to help us fight against tyranny, blah blah blah. (Thanks for the help, by the way!) Well, a lot of people died that day, some innocent, some not. No one should have died in the first place. All of that happened because someone tried to do something really stinkin' evil for "the greater good". HEL-LO? Anyone recall what the road to the bad place is paved with? Anyone remember Hitler? Yeah. I mean, the world isn't perfect, and life is inevitably gonna suck, but no one has the right to step up and try to take control by getting rid of others just because those others are different.

OK, so I got on a soapbox there. The POINT is, there's a lesson to be learned. One that no one has managed to grasp so far. Someone has to start making a change. The insane megalomaniacs gain power and abuse it. All the good people sit on their butts and get hurt. Why don't we reverse the process? If you're gonna be a rock star, sing songs about freedom and positive stuff. If you're gonna be a teacher, teach so that kids will learn about ethics and not killing each other. If you're gonna be a politician, be a politician who can make all the stupid politicians actually look stupid! Speak out for freedom! Not just freedom of speech or religion, but the freedom to live. To live without being afraid that someone is gonna "retire" you 'cause you can't walk or kidnap you to perform gruesome experiments on you. You think that stuff only happens in movies? Think again, geniuses. The Director of the School was just one person, yet she was able to mastermind all that terrible stuff. Similarly, one person could dream up the plan to stop world hunger or cure cancer. It's that simple. Let's start using our brains for something great instead of trying to put them on sticks! (inside joke; you wouldn't get it) In other words, what is your mind there for? My wings are made to fly. Your mind is made to think and reason and do things to help other people, not just to make you a selfish brat.

Secondly: Saving the world may be our job, but it's your job to take care of what we save. Be a caretaker, not just a taker. I'm not asking you to go vegetarian or cover your roof in solar panels, but humans are a very wasteful species. Even recombinants can be slobs; believe me, I know, I live with them. Recycle your trash! Don't start fires! Conserve trees! And all that jazz. Making our world a better place involves intellectual and physical work. You have to give people the right education, the right values, and most of all, the right environment to put those gifts to work.

Thirdly: If you don't trust your toaster, smash it with a sledgehammer. That's all I can say about that. I know it's random, but… whatever.

I spent a lot of time on that touchy-feely little speech thing, fyi. Take time to read it till it's burned on your brain. Take it from a bird kid who knows… the world can be a pretty crappy place when the crazies are in charge.

Fang, out.

Fang closed down his laptop and sighed, shutting it. He leaned back against the wall and sighed again. Since he was a little rattled with Max, he spent his energy making an un-Fang-ish declaration that he hoped his readers would understand. What had happened in Germany, and everywhere else, had made an impression on him. He had to use his access to millions of people for good. He had to teach them the importance of what they took for granted, teach them how to use their skills however he could. Normal human people had a chance to get into Congress and stuff. Normal human people could do anything they wanted to: change the world, have relationships…

He shook his head. His dark hair fell into his eyes. Fang didn't know what to say to Max. He was sick of her, but he couldn't stand it when they were apart. He knew why he was sick of her. It was a "so close yet so far away" situation. He wanted to be there at her side, but not in the way he had always been. Instead of following her as a subordinate, a friend, he wanted to follow her as a loyal partner. A lover. A mate.

Why couldn't she see what he saw? Their lives were too short to waste on being distant and constantly in denial. He wanted to make some memories before the Apocalypse. That was all Fang wanted. A chance to love Max before saving the world destroyed their lives.

Fang closed his eyes and clenched a fist. Sometimes he wanted to punch Max in the face, then kiss her. It made no sense. Ever since they had "separated" over her decision to allow Ari into the Flock, these raging, turbulent feelings had invaded his heart. Now they were back together, a family, but the separation-anxiety didn't fade. In fact, it just got worse.

What he wanted to put on his blog was:

I love Max. Problem is, Max doesn't want me to love her. She's being a turd. I want to stomp on her head and make out at the same time. This sucks.