"To paraphrase the great cartoon . . . 'what a bunch of maroons!'"
Doctor Destructo blinked as those words escaped him, and then he took a quick glance around the main control centre of his private base, a hand drifting up to cover his mouth as an embarrassed look crossed his face. He then caught himself before a chuckle escaped him, he turning his attention back to the viewscreen displaying the meeting currently being held in the Dobu Salada -- why the proprietor of that establishment actually used the Japanese phrase for "sewage salad," the Doctor couldn't begin to fathom! -- in Tomobiki by the leaders of Mendou Shuutarou's "fan club" of would-be lovers, they discussing what Rampage had done to the lad not an hour earlier.
Taking a deep breath, he then reached over to flick off the screen, and then a mental command was sent out to allow the processor unit to reboot itself. Despite his elevation twenty years before to a level of power that would make many throughout the most advanced space-faring worlds in all of Existence think of him as the God of Universal Chaos -- the Doctor was loath to use the word "god" to describe himself, much less any other being of his level of power -- there were some habits Grigori Stefan Wysynski had been taught during his years of service with the Specialised Warfare Unit (the pre-1968 title for the present-day Specialised Warfare Regiment) that still influenced the Doctor's every action to this day. Security was one of them, even from whatever nominal "allies" he possessed at the present time to see his plans fulfilled.
Meticulous planning was another.
Ever since his Awakening in the Hall of Power on Yiziba, the Doctor knew all along that what he planned to do for Earth couldn't possibly occur overnight. To directly move to aid in the final dismantling of each and every structure of stifling Order currently governing the lives of every human being alive was something which couldn't happen at the proverbial whim. Of course not. To give people full freedom of choice -- and the power to ensure they could express that freedom in whatever way they chose -- would require a lot of time and effort. And that was just for his part in the process, where the foundation for such a fundamental transformation of people's destinies had to be built. It could be done, but for it to last, it had to be done right and it had to ultimately withstand any possible attack by those who would see such an evolution in the human spirit as the most dire threat of all to their worldviews. Just like it had been built on Yiziba before the Dawn of Power.
It wouldn't take just the dismantling of the various national governments and the elimination of all the insane, restrictive viewpoints such entities forced onto their constituents, even in the more "liberal" democracies like the Dominion of Canada. It would also take going out to destroy the insane hold religious thought held on people. It would take the total elimination of group mentalities, making people realise and accept that society was composed of individuals and each individual had the equal and indisputable right to live his/her life the way s/he so chose as long as it did not physically or mentally bring harm another being. To, in essence, eliminate the need or the desire to judge people by standards they never agreed to. And it would ultimately take the disposal of all the conceptions matters such as wealth forced on people's thinking. In essence, the total and complete elimination of the social and emotional dividing lines between "haves" and "have nots" in every society on Earth, elevating the latter to match the former.
In effect, the current social dividing line between metahumans and normal humans was simply just the latest dividing line between "haves" and "have nots" that had popped up between various social groups throughout history. By moving to allow the latter to become the former -- everyone on Earth did have the metagene as part of their total genetic makeup, the Doctor knew -- he would lay down the foundation for a society that could eventally do away with the "us-versus-them" mentality he -- as Grigori Wysynski, when he was a child in occupied Poland during the Second World War -- had learned all too much about when he witnessed the total insanity of the Holocaust in a way very few of his countrymen knew of at the time and the remainder wouldn't learn until the Red Army had liberated Poland in the final years of the war.
And there were people who would move to stop it, the Doctor knew.
Too many of them.
Well, it was time to add another bit of spice into his beautiful concoction.
And it would be a good addition, the Doctor mused as he prepared to teleport himself away from his mountain retreat.
Oh, yes. Very good indeed . . .
The Universe is vast beyond belief.
The sheer scale of it all can, despite all the attempts to actually put some form of measure onto it, only be comprehended and appreciated by a select few.
Doctor Destructo was -- as he would state with no false modesty -- one such being.
It came part and parcel with the gift the Conservator had bestowed him on Yiziba.
And because of that, what he was about to unleash now was quite possible.
All it needed to make it work really well was a remarkably free-spirited lad named Moroboshi Ataru.
Once the boy had fallen into his hands, all he then had to do was cut away all the emotional ties binding Ataru to his home.
Thanks to the remarkably amusing situation Ataru had found himself in after he had become "engaged" to the Oni girl Lum, that eventually happened.
And with the Doctor's own appearance at Ataru's bedside the previous night -- that frightening Lum so much that she had fled for her home planet without taking a second look back -- whatever attempts the people in Tomobiki might strive to do to try to force him back into their sphere of influence would be rendered ineffective.
And now it was time to bestow the final gift, he mused as he mentally opened a small space-warp over his hand, it then depositing . . .
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