42 Chapter 42: Just One of Those Human Things, Part 7

His eye could barely make out the words that still flowed across the monitors. The purple trolls are everywhere in this system, he read as the message appeared on the screens. The_FlowerPower is nothing but a cesspool of hate, masquerading as a forum of free speech. How can the admins claim that they're anti-fascism, and NOT shut it down? An up-facing arrow appeared next to the post, and within seconds, its score of approval soared to the millions.

"Wait," said Aloysius. "You're just the yellows, the Sunshine. What about the purple ones, the Flowers? Aren't they a part of your humanity too? What do they have to say about this? Where are they?"

"Show of hands?" sang the chorus. All of the left-handed gloves raised into the air, while the rights continued typing. The clamp resumed its squeezing, and Aloysius's vision darkened and turned to static. "Happy now?"