(A/N)Reviews are apparently thing that happen to other people. I'm ignoring the fact that that means no one particularly likes this and continuing to inflict it on unsuspecting readers. If you don't like it, you've got to tell me so. The structure of the police owes everything to Thessaly. The characters belong to Queen and Ben Elton. This chapter is because I always wondered why Khashoggi has white hair…

'Killer Queen to Khashoggi.'

'Yes, Madame?'

'I- good god, what have you done with your hair?' For the six year Commander Khashoggi had existed, he had been changeless. Planet Mall was a continually changing place, always wanting the newest, the best. Even the Yes-Things went out to get new wardrobes and hairstyles once a month. Killer Queen, of course, remade herself daily. Commander Khashoggi had, for six years, been a large, bland man with pale brown hair in an immaculate grey suit, white shirt and sunglasses. Even his emails remained in the same font, with the same winged avatar. Now Commander Khashoggi, still pale, still in grey suit and sunglasses, had dead white hair.

'Turned it white, Madame.' It was, rather to her relief, the same monotonal voice he always directed at her.

'It suits you. What of your new method of dealing with rebels? Killing them is making them martyrs.'

'Yes, Madame. I have just finished perfecting the mechanism. It allows us to 'blow their minds,' so to speak, with injuring their bodies. Depending on the strength of character of the person in question, different numbers of treatment are required. Initial treatments can also be used as an effective form of encouragement to the uncooperative; the first treatment rarely causes forgetfulness in the strong-minded.'

'How will it make them talk?'

'I have tested the treatment myself, Madame. The pain was,' he paused, and for a second, his lips twitched. It was the closest thing to a smile she'd seen on his face in years. 'exquisite.'

'Excellent, Khashoggi.' She smiled at him, and laughed luxuriously. 'Now we have the power. They may want it all, but we've got it.'

'You've certainly got the power and the glory, Madame. I am happen to bask in the reflections.'

'Of course you are. You're not the one everyone knows. By the way, I have subject for your new machine.'

'Really, Madame?'

'Yes, the Head of the Committee of Education. Have you seen the schools recently? They're where most of the rebels come from, with their encouragement of individual,' she spat the word out, 'goals. You're to reorganize education, Khashoggi. They must understand that the way to perfection is through unity. One goal, one mission. You, I'm sure, won't fail to understand that.'

Khashoggi's lips twitched again. 'Yes, Madame.'