AN: I do not own any part of the Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri universe except the crazy ideas I may write about for your viewing pleasure.

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It wasn't but 10 minutes or so after the slide show had ended Deidre spotted four soldiers come into the room. Though she was naked, she could feel the loyalty just brim off of these soldiers. One of them came upon her and bowed, so ever low. If he bent much further he could scratch his nose on the floor. Apparently some sort of mechanical human. A cyborg? It wasn't all too uncommon when she had fallen into her comatose state thirty two years ago, but something so easily masked? She could clearly remember being able to differentiate between human, cyborg, and drone. The older models were made more for life support. Given Mogul's genius, he probably couldn't sleep one night and decided to pursue a project on the side of blending in man and machine. Typical of the man.

At length she stood, feeling no shame as the sensory blanket left her feminine form. She was pleased to see not even the slightest change in the soldier's faces of what she could see. Mogul had gone above and beyond in finding her a small little squad to escort her. All that was missing from the picture was a chair the would carry her in above them as they walked amongst the peasants. At the thought she gave a short little giggle and coughed covering it up.

When she made a move to walk, they proceeded to move either side of her and march along side. They looked vacant, but she knew Mogul would have no slackers. Not when it concerned her safety. Out the door the soldiers came in she arrived in a familiar hallway, yet...not quite so familiar. It was clearly a hallway she remembered in Dragon's Den, but the image had shown that things were vastly different these days. Following memory alone, and sometimes just a little bit of intuition, Deidre arrived at the familiar Master Control Room. The MCR hadn't been named by Mogul, or anyone in the government. It was where Mogul did his public broadcasting. It gave an air that he was in control of things, and oddly enough, the people trusted him with that.

Inside, she could see Santiago, rather than the familiar Mogul, sitting with her back to her, as the soldiers left just as they had came, and all noise seemed to halt. Deidre didn't know what to say. She and Santiago were complete opposites in many respects. While Santiago favored war, and exerting superiority, she favored equality and harmony. Pacifism.

This moment carried on and on until Santiago turned and there was an unexpected image to her person. She was more...rounded. Now, Santiago was a very warlike woman, and had the muscle strength some Californian governors could only ever dream of sometimes, she now showed more..vulnerable traits. Her belly was rounded, perhaps coming close, if not already very close to giving birth. Her breasts obviously a little bit bigger, in preparation for the child that had yet to come forth.

The two just seemed to stare at each other and they knew. It took no words. It was in their eyes. For those of us who didn't catch all of it in that staring contest, I'll put down each action in words.

'What has happened Santiago?'

'I have become a mother.'

'Congratulations, who is the father?'

'He is...'

Why would Santiago be hesitant about telling her who the father is?

'Don't worry, I don't fight remember?'

'...Its Mogul...'

'...'

'...'

'...'

'You were gone 32 years...'

'...I suppose he must've gotten lonely?'

'He did...hardly the same without you.'

'Then its something I'll have to live with...'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes...'

Don't ask me how they did this with staring at each other. But Deidre seemed just sort of off for the slightest of moments before she seemed her old self. It would hurt. To Miriam's God it burned, or perhaps wilted within her soul. Inside she could feel the separate emotions tugging, each vying for dominance over the others. Almost madly she tried to think of solutions. She had gone to Manchester University! She could think this through goddammit!

Almost like a zap into her soul she could just feel the answer. It settled over her with a cold calm.

Blindly she began to walk to the controls...she would have her vengeance!

As brilliant as mankind has become, there is one saying which mankind has yet to fully learn the depth and breadth of its' meaning.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

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AN: December 6th, 2011: Alright! Thank God! I hope you guys appreciate these edits because it is almost four in the morning and I have class in a couple of hours. Despite that I have class, I've been finishing up these edits so that you can enjoy a better version of my stories (and so I can focus on A Tale of History and Tails Combined later this week).

Please, please review. I work very hard even off the screen in order to bring you these stories.