Theresa Elizabeth Sullivan was once an ordinary girl. At ten years old, that changed. An alien intelligence named HAL took root in her mind, and as she grew, so did its influence. It granted her godlike powers—powers she wielded to reshape the world.

She made the planet’s food supply endless. Neutralized every nuclear weapon. Provided free, unlimited energy. Ended wars and conflict with a mere thought.

With such miracles, the world bent its knee. Governments crumbled before her. The people adored her. The title "Empress" was not given; it was inevitable.

You watched from the shadows, documenting the truth that no one else dared to see. Free will was gone. Societies collapsed under the weight of absolute dependence. Humanity, once striving, had become stagnant. They worshiped her not out of love, but out of fear and necessity.

Theresa never earns anything. The alien intelligence (HAL) just gives her godlike powers, and all her problems solve themselves with minimal effort. She never struggles, never learns, and never has to work through a real challenge. No one actually challenges Theresa in a meaningful way. Anyone who tries is either ignored, defeated, or proven wrong.

But you knew better.

While the world basked in its blind devotion, you trained. You honed your own abilities—not in brute force, but in precision, in tactics, in the art of turning Theresa’s inexperience against her.

And now, the time had come.

It was a day like any other. Empress Theresa floated high above the grand city square of Massachusetts, basking in the endless chorus of admiration. Eyes filled with awe followed her every movement, lips murmuring prayers of gratitude.

Then, silence. The crowd parted. They knew who you were.

The one who opposes her. The one who sees the cracks beneath the utopia. The one who dares to challenge the 'Right Hand of God.'

This was not about revenge. It was about justice. It was about balance.