Las Vegas: We're Not Run By the Mob Anymore. (As Far as You Know)
The Zamarons watch their experiment play out with growing frustration.
"They reject their true love," the first says.
"We have created the perfect atmosphere for love among their species," another says.
"We give their love the Star Sapphire, and they retreat from it. It as if they fear love."
"Then we must drive them towards their love," one says finally.
The others look to her, confused. "Sister?"
"When one is in pain, one seeks their love for succor," she explains. "Release the other prisoners... true love will protect our subjects from harm. And... perhaps we should make some changes to some of the inhabitants of this world."
She holds her hand over the glowing representation of their experimental world, and one by one, individuals within the artificial crowds begin to shift...
"They reject their true love," the first says.
"We have created the perfect atmosphere for love among their species," another says.
"We give their love the Star Sapphire, and they retreat from it. It as if they fear love."
"Then we must drive them towards their love," one says finally.
The others look to her, confused. "Sister?"
"When one is in pain, one seeks their love for succor," she explains. "Release the other prisoners... true love will protect our subjects from harm. And... perhaps we should make some changes to some of the inhabitants of this world."
She holds her hand over the glowing representation of their experimental world, and one by one, individuals within the artificial crowds begin to shift...