To say Emily was going mad was an understatement. She never had been so isolated (having moved from her old universe to Beyond City in 2018, two years before COVID-19 lockdowns). It felt wrong, not being able to contact her friends. If anything, she felt like she was in prison. Her mind raced with plans to see the Stand-in Queen. Maybe she could help. The question was how to get an audience with her. Just then, a robot maid came in. "Dame Williams, Lady Verdutha has requested an audience with you. Would you like to speak with her?"

"Yes, please!" replied Emily.

"Very well," said the maid. "I shall connect you to her." The robot then plugged into a computer console and Verdutha appeared on a screen. It seemed like the video was in an old red and blue effect for 3-d glasses. Emily blinked as she recognized what was going on. There was a coded communique.

"Hello, Emily!" said Verdutha. "Enjoying the life of Peace?" Emily had paid attention to Verdutha's mouth movements and gleaned the message. She knew the audio would be scrambled and respliced into a different sentence.

"What's going on, Verdutha?" she replied. "When did this all start?"

"Oh, I know," said Verdutha. "The poor planet. Auriella really has her work cut out for her."

"…Man-made? For what reason?"

"Well, they saved the important stuff, but the fluidity of it all nearly killed the Adrexians." Emily rolled her eyes when she translated the mouth movements.

"Because, of course, my cousin's wife would want that! So, Umbra's had this universe in their grasp for 800,000 years, local timescale. That's only 20 years by Beyond City's timescale."

"And it gets better! Crime has dropped to only two percent since this new change!" Emily translated Verdutha's mouth movements.

"…The robots aren't THAT dumb, right?" she asked. "I mean, there's no way they can get stuck on paradoxes like we can."

"It really is the perfect society. The stand-in Queen, Lurazzi, has helped Auriella keep things in order." Emily goggled.

"Auriella's logs?" She grinned. "I know how to get them to Lurazzi. You take care of the robots, I'll deal with Lurazzi. The Adrexians will go home today!"

"You take care too, dear!" Verdutha's call then ended. The robot maid was about to leave when Emily acted.

"Excuse me! Something went screwy with the call between us!" she called. "It looks like one of your top-secret reports meant for Stand-in Queen Lurazzi wormed its way to my end!"

"Has it?" asked the maid. It checked the call files. "Oh my goodness, it has!"

"Do you think I can give this to her in person? You can watch me so I don't do anything suspicious."

"I don't see any issue with that arrangement," said the robot maid. "This way, please."

Verdutha managed to call Bashoon, Fitri, Rouge, and Scorpainia. They were granted a group tour of the computer center where all the robots were linked up to a hive mind. Verdutha whispered the plan to her group members as they walked. They soon arrived at the main computer banks where the main robot in charge was coordinating the action. "As you can see, this perfect system is what keeps the Adrexians alive," said the robot in charge. "If need be, we can restrain those who would be imperfect. We are much stronger-"

"No, WE'RE stronger," challenged Verdutha. "And I'll prove it to you." She leaned to the robot as if she were about to impart a great secret to it. "Can you harm that which you're programmed to serve?"

"…No," answered the lead robot. Bashoon took the lead.

"But you already HAVE, my dear," said the Goblin woman. "Womankind cannot survive on bread alone, you poor, soulless creature, but on the nourishments of liberty! For what indeed IS a woman without freedom? Naught but a mechanism trapped in the cogwheels of eternity!"

"You offer us only well-being," said Fitri.

"Food and drink and happiness mean nothing to us," continued Rouge. "We must be about our jobs."

"Suffering and torment and pain, laboring without end…"

"Dying and crying and lamenting over our burdens…" Rouge and Fitri then looked at each other and spoke in unison.

"Only this way can we be happy!" The two women curtsied. The eyes of the robots were starting to flash as they were processing this new information.

"That is…contradictory," said the lead robot. "It is not…logical." It turned to Scorpainia. "Queen Empress Scorpainia, explain."

"Go ahead," Verdutha urged the Tarlaxian ruler. Scorpainia then whispered in the robot's ears.

"Logic is a little, tweeting bluebird chirping in a meadow of carnivorous plants. Logic is a wreath of beautiful flowers that smell rancid." Scorpainia then studied the robot intensely. "Are you sure your circuits are registering correctly? Your ears are green." Rouge suddenly wailed in misery.

"I CAN'T GO ON!" she cried. "I'M TIRED OF HAPPINESS! I'M TIRED OF COMFORT AND PLEASURE! I'M READY! KILL ME! KILL ME!" Her compatriots then made finger guns and…fired.

"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!" they all said. With each bang, Rouge moved as if she were shot.

"Goodbye, cruel multiverse!" she said as she slowly fell to the floor.

"BANG! BANG!" Rouge's eyes shut and she stopped moving. Fitri put two fingers to the bat's neck to check for a pulse.

"…She's dead, Jim," she said to Verdutha in a perfect Dr. McCoy impression.

"You…cannot have killed her," remarked the lead robot. "You have no weapons." Verdutha soon cradled Rouge in her arms.

"Lady Rouge!" she whispered in mock horror. "She had too much happiness! Now she's happier she's dead! We shall miss her! Let us hear it for our poor, dead friend!" They all started laughing, then Verdutha moved her hands for silence. "What is a woman but that lofty spirit? That sense of…endeavor?" She winked at Bashoon. "That devotion to something that cannot be sensed, cannot be realized, but only…DREAMED the highest reality?!"

"Brilliant! Bravo!" cheered Bashoon as the group, sans Rouge, clapped and shook Verdutha's hand. Verdutha then spoke to the lead robot.

"How did you like it?" she asked. The robot wasn't very advanced, so it got stuck on one thing like a bit of bad code.

"That is…irrational. Illogical. Dreams are not real."

"Our logic is to be illogical," replied Verdutha. "That is our advantage. Scorpainia, it is time. The explosive."

"Very well," replied Scorpainia. Her right claw then moved from behind her back as if she were holding a sphere of explosive material in it.