Aeolus stood, unmerged on the ends of a cliff, facing to the north, his sword standing out in front of him as he looked out over cyberspace, his hands resting on the pommel of the sword. He sneered, "And, behold" He said aloud, no to anyone in particular "the hordes of plebeian fools, running about, chasing the red herrings of their ill conceived lives and leaving infinitesimal marks on the world." He paused, what might have been regret, mixed with disgust marked his face, "They are blind of what is to come."

He stood firm again "I will be the harbinger for the weak minded, if I must, and then take my rightful place as the panacea of ignorance and, if need be, as the ruler of these poor thralls of fate." The wind blew past him and his clothes ruffled, though he remained still and his eye closed as he went deep in thought.

He spoke softly under his breath "Exactly how Master Thomas truly desired"