G​ershom:
A​lone I once again moved towards the tree. The thoughts plaguing me earlier vanishing as an iron will replaced them. Anne was wrong, giving the emerging inhabitants of the planet project any type of social code would destroy them. She had to be stopped. Armed with this new certainty I greeted the others who arrived at the tree shortly after I did. Everyone of them in the form of a snake of some kind.
T​he simple reptilian bodies were a sharp contrast to the human forms we wore when attending the social code committee. In theory being human should allow us to really understand the plight of the planet project's new inhabitants. I originally believed this but no longer. Animals give us a much better prospective. Their survival depends on living in the moment and accepting the circumstances surrounding them. Their biology and experiences shaped their lives not some verbal directive given to them from their creator. The humans, who will be significantly more intelligent, should be allowed to do the same.
L​ittle Dragons continued to arrive until I saw all the familiar slithering snake forms of my supporters. Each one coiled near the base of the tree awaiting our next move. A restless energy was permeating from the reptilians. They knew like me if we didn't come up with some type of plan, Mediator Kim's Third Way would be unstoppable, especially with Anne's full support.
It was nearly time to start. My eyes found Hannah's beady snake like ones. The hooded cobra form she wore impressive as she slithered towards me. "Are you ready?" I asked her.
"​I have the results of my investigation," she said her voice hesitant.
"​What's wrong?" I asked sensing something amiss.
"​Did you really think a careful analysis of her past would bring something new to light that no one already knows?" Hannah asked a slight note of derision in her voice.
"​Nothing at all?" I pressed. I had cut off ties with Anne and was willing to do whatever it took to save the planet's inhabitants. Could Hannah really find nothing in her background that we couldn't exploit?
"​She is an odd Little Dragon," Hannah admitted. " Anyone who takes on a single profession for six centuries instead of the normal three is different. She also has little experience running actual committees. However, she never claimed in any way to be an expert or hid her eccentricities. Ezekiel and the public chose her in spite of them all. Rehashing them is not enough to sway anyone's opinion."
"​So that is it then," I said unable to hide my disappointment.
"Only if you want to give up," Hannah said the derision back in her voice. "I have a plan but not one I am willing to discuss with your supporters. The less Little Dragons who know about it the better. Are you interested?" she asked her beady eyes now looking directly into my own.
I felt the moment of truth upon me. An age-old saying suddenly popped into my mind, one that our human ancestors used to quote. "The ends justify the means." Today I would embrace the full impact of that statement.
"​She must be stopped. I don't care how," I said my voice hard, resolved. Hannah's reptilian eyes lighted with approval. "Then I suggest you get this meeting started and afterwards we can discuss my plan for stopping her. "
That ends Social Conundrums, Part XII. Next month is Social Conundrums, Part XIII. Learn more about the Little Dragons by reading the earlier blog post series titled Humanity's Evolution.
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