“So?” asked the Librarian.
“I put in for the complete annihilation of the human male species on this planet, but my request was denied.”
The Librarian nodded. “I knew they wouldn’t let you do it.”
“Something about balance,” sighed Dusa.
“What did they give you?”
“I can take out the government, the rapists, batterers, and I can alter the behavior of those males who are borderline.”
“Well, that’s something,” said the Librarian.
“It’s not enough, but that was their final word.”
“You’ll send in another request?”
“Hey,” shouted the Librarian, vaulting over the counter. “If you don’t treat books with respect, I’ll throw them at you until you get it.”
The student put the book on the table and ran from the room.”
Dusa chuckled. “Wouldn’t throwing books be a lack of respect for them.”
“Did I ASK you?”
“You did not,” she said, smiling. “Nice to SEE you again.”
“Don’t start. You have no idea what it’s like in this…”
“Yes. In this PLACE.”
“Why do you stay? Why don’t you just let them die?”
“I think they could actually BE something, if we could control the males, or get rid of them.”
“You don’t know that for a fact,” said Dusa.
“No. I don’t. But at least women would have a chance to find out what they could do and who they were. Once they threw off the chains of slavery and were able to live without constant fear…”
“You mean once they weren’t being hunted,” smirked Dusa.
“Yes. I think they could make something out of this place.”
“Why do you care? It’s just another job.”
“I’ve gotten to know a lot of the women around the world, and….”
“You want to help them, don’t you,” she laughed. “So, not only are you unwilling to do what you can do TO help them, by killing the males, you’re emotionally compromised.”
“I am NOT compromised. I’m doing research and making decisions based on that research.”
“You’re too involved.”
“How do you know what I am,” said the Librarian, moving toward her friend.
“When was the last time you had your wings out.”
“What difference does THAT make?” said the Librarian, squinting at her.
“You need to tell yourself the answer to that question,” said Dusa.”
“How’s your mother?”
“Still living in a cave, trying to avoid the stupid males the gods send to kill her. The snakes are fine and send their love.”
“I like them.”
“They know that.”
“Why don’t you kill all those men?”
“Why do we take orders?”
Dusa looked at her. “I don’t know,” she said. “Why do we?”
The Librarian shrugged. “Maybe we should stop that.”
“Maybe we should.”
“They’ll try and pull our power.”
“They can’t. Not without killing us.”
“Yeah, I know,” said the Librarian. “That’s what I meant.”
“Oh. Well, we’ll need a plan,” said Dusa, gleefully.
“I agree, but take out the government and bad guys first. Then we can think about doing the same where we come from.”
“Deal,” said Dusa.
“The’ll never see it coming,” said the Librarian, as she started stacking books.
“No. They certainly will not.”
“Librarian,” said Mr. Waters, primly. “There’s a dead man on the lawn. He has a note with your name on it, pinned to his shirt.”