The first thing Agatha knew on waking was that she hurt all over. It was a very familiar ache- exertion combined with a thorough bruising- which led her to wonder idly for a moment what she'd been fighting. Recollection hit a moment later, and Agatha screamed in frustration. The Other had done more than enough malicious tampering with her brain for one lifetime. She wasn't going to take it from these people too, who couldn't even come up with a coherent experiment on any kind of scale.

"I am going to kill them," Agatha growled. "They will die screaming. I am going to make them eat their damned devices, and then I will tear them into pieces with my bare hands with maybe a rusty scalpel to get it started for me, and then I will stitch them up with mimmoths inside and zap them back to life so that I can stick them in the bell jars and watch them COOK in their own sweat. The constructs I make from their remains will be used for target practice and their brains will be kept alive in jars just in case I think of something else!"


[...please help, Ema, before she tries to do this!]