My muscles and my mind de-tensed. I put my intellectualism away for a while, kicked back, and relaxed, determined to spend this last remaining time as Inheritor happily. "So how did you deal with people two-fifths your IQ, Billy?", I asked, grinning.

"I avoided most of them.. two fifths? It felt like less!", he exclaimed. He was beginning to understand the implications of the truth-telling command I gave him. Most people- even Illuminati, even Daddy- don't realize how much lying and exaggeration they do when they talk. What Billy says to me has to be literally true, and he had to search for the right words. "Well.. some of them were cool. Some of em I could manipulate, but others were just plain stupid and obsessed with their own dicks, like nothing else mattered except how long their cock was. Ever since I was seven, I realized I was better than them, I knew I was way stronger and smarter than any of em, and I kept wishing I wouldn't have to deal with them anymore." He forced back tears to say the last part. "I got what I wished for!!", he exploded in sorrow.

"Yup. And now you're the genie.", Sarah said with a smirk.

"I saw that movie.", muttered Billy.

"What?", I asked.

"Aladdin.", they answered in unison. Sarah continued, "End of the movie, guy gets a genie and three wishes, he wishes to be a sultan, not powerful enough for him, wishes to be a sorcerer, Aladdin tells him the genie is more powerful, so he wishes to be a genie." Sarah's talking tickled the back of my head and I rubbed it against her belly.

"Complete with restrictions.", I figured out.

"Yup. Saw it while tracking my fifteenth kill."

Billy looked startled for some reason. "What the hell would someone the Illuminati are trying to kill be doing watching a Disney movie?!", he asked with surprise. The same thing as one singing opera, playing soccer, watching television, or writing sick Internet stories. I didn't tell him, though- it would be better if he learned that on his own, along with everything else that goes along with it.

"He was a family man. Eight year old boy, six year old girl."

A day ago, Billy's trained moral belief system would have left him shocked. Here, his lack of surprise for anything and what he saw as unusual circumstances just caused him to ask "Why?" in a neutral tone.

"They never told me for any of em."

"So how'd you do it?", he asked with morbid curiosity. I felt an odd feeling creep over me, and I realized it was because I simply wasn't used to two people having a conversation next to me, especially when one of them has my voice.

"Poke to the heart.", she said evenly. Billy looked puzzled, so Sarah continued, "A lot of people live on the verge of cardiac arrest, Billy. Sweet shit might be great for us, but cholesterol clogs up their arteries, fat makes their hearts pump harder, and a lot of other shit they do hurts their health. Do a strong, quick poke to a few points on the chest, the impact goes down to the heart, and presto! Instant corpse."

"So what about the healthy people?"

"If you can think of it, we've probably done it.", Sarah said in the feminine version of the Grim Reaper's voice.

"Ugh.."

I was listening with less and less enthusiasm, and I realized I was drifting off to sleep, even though I had gotten up less than two hours ago. Oh well. I need a lot of it, and I get it when I can. I've been woken up by Daddy's buzzer more than once. Idle daydreams danced through my head and I closed my eyes. There's a billion things that could happen there... everything from them being happy-assed to attempted assassination. (It's always attempted. I try not to visualize myself getting killed. That's bad juju.)

"This is nothing like what I expected.", muttered Billy, his voice coming from far away.

Sarah chuckled once more, massaging the back of my head again. "Oh, you're going to have to get used to that. In addition to running the world, we also specialize in fucked up shit.", I said with a sleepy grin.

"It gets more fucked up than this?"

"Billy, these people are trying to engineer a dragon up at Northberg. And it gets more fucked up than that.", informed Sarah brusquely.

"I feel like I'm in a book.. with a schizophrenic as the author.", he said resignedly.

"Welcome to your own private piece of Hell, Billy. Just feel lucky Satan over here doesn't believe in torment.", she said. I chuckled. I drifted off into the half-sleep of bored people everywhere who are lying down. Billy hung his head and nothing was said for the rest of the trip. I didn't sleep, but I came close, my mind adrift with what-ifs and plans. What if they say "no, we won't accept him" or something similar.. no way they're doing that, not now! What if some asshole interrupts me... then he's target practice, nuff said, I don't put up with shit.. what if they don't like my plan? Then I guess I'll have to change it.. What if all hell breaks loose.. I'm armed... what if my servants freak out.. they've already done that, and I have to remember to cover all bases with commands..

My laying-down position got to me and I realized that I was losing awareness.

"Billy... it's not going to be.. what you think it's going to be."

"I believe you, Howard.", I heard him say before I went farther into sleep, and may have dozed off a couple of times before I finally did sleep.

And I dreamed.