“Yes,” she declared, “all Men.”

Deep in the darkest recesses of the great Mind at the core of the World, something not entirely unlike circuits lit up in what humans would call ‘amusement’.  Its 3,768,423,281 puppets, each coated in flesh, with hairs and skin and sweat, were performing their functions admirably.

They were, in fact, extensions of one vast mind, and each could be held as morally responsible as any other.  The pretense of individuality was but a sick illusion to further aggravate the true human race.

In the space of the woman’s sentence, the great beast sent another 3,445,222 dick pics.