To Our Ladies of Her Empire

By Jake Rowell

O’ Ladies of Her Empire, I lay my life before your feet. I beg you, please hear my humble asseveration. As you have followed closely, I, with my deposit of workers that you so generously bestowed for the benefit of all under the rulership of Her Empire, have maintained the burden of secure possession of a healthily developing project in the name of your divinities. The project, made sacred by the worship of your holiness, now is nearing the ending stages of it’s maturity, and I have prepared myself for it’s revelation and presentation for you, our Ladies of our Night.

I beg you, please allow me a taste of your honor by beholding my gift laid unto you all and unto Her Empire: our vast fleet of ships, able to contain 1,000 homnung each, which, if Her Majesty be willing, may secure your escape of this planet and that of your servants and their servants.

May you know through my eyes of my mind and see these ships. May you see from the eye of the me of my memory. Thank you. Thank you.

These ships now lay undetected in the upper mantle of the globe, concealed from our captors’ ever-present gaze upon the surface.

As we all recognize that the only hope of the redemption of your reputation is removing the evidence that our species has been humiliated as slaves and as animals, we take up the honor of annihilating this planet and ourselves, ensuring that the memory of our failure will die only with you. I beg you, please behold our array of billions of antimatter generators, a well established method of disposal proven against the test of time.

May you know through the eyes of my memory. Thank you.

May they ensure our Lady’s dignity while creating Her new, perfect life among our distant stars. My hope is that this project and it’s presentation, lain before your gallant feet, may bring you sufficient peace of heart as you near your scheduled departure from your place of noble darkness.

I am prepared now for my corporeal form to be dismembered and consumed into your majesties, as my just price to pay for laying eyes on your most elegent, perfect forms. I say you truly are the template for all homnung to be judged against. You are the role models of the most gorgeous, voluptuous forms. I am given the greatest honor to be reconstituted into them and take up the duty of being that which sustains your most requisite lives. I give all of you all of my thanks for giving me this time with you, and for allowing me the life I spent humbly under your rule. I was reborn joyfully at your blessed feet, and I die joyfully at them too.