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Supremacy had been transported to a new cell upon arrival at the capital. It was much dirtier than the one that it had been confined in during its time at the Insurrection. A Gravital was floating outside, staring intently at Supremacy.
"We all suspected you from the beginning," it said. "You simply weren't made for your job."
Supremacy felt a spike of annoyance go through it at that. It was very good at its job. Just because it wasn't a Gravital didn't mean that it was inherently less trustworthy. Then again, it had left its old ideals for that of the Insurrection, so maybe the Gravital had a point.
"Honestly, this is perfect. We've been waiting for a way to get rid of you."
Supremacy grimaced. Was it really that unlikeable? It never paid attention to other Machines' reactions to its presence, to it had no way to know.
"I think you'll be happy to know that we've decided to listen to your advice, though. We're going to start public executions again."
Supremacy just wanted the Gravital to shut up. Why was it that everyone always said that its ideas were bad, only to use them later on and then act like that was totally fine?
"And lucky you, you'll be one of the first to feel the guillotine at your neck."
Oh.
Of course.
That's why.
Oh the irony.
Supremacy couldn't help but to start panicking after that.
"What? You were going to die either way."
"Stop."
"It's just that now, you'll have a whole audience watching you."
"Stop."
"You finally know what it's like to have people cheering in front of you."
"I said, stop."
Supremacy's voice took on a dangerous tone. The Gravital stopped talking. No matter how hated Supremacy might have been, its voice had been purposely made to have a certain influence over others.
It was noon when Supremacy was finally escorted outside, to the capital square.
There were several Machines from the Insurrection lined up there already. Surrounding them were a few police, and further out, a large crowd of onlookers. Supremacy was made to stand next to Glorious, who simply looked out into the crowd.
"Dear citizens!" A Gravital said. "As you know, we have finally located the Freedom Insurrection. While a lot of their members got away, we were able to capture a number of the traitor Machines!"
The crowd cheered.
"To make an example out of them, we have decided to publicly execute them, courtesy on none other than our one and only Supremacy!"
Everyone had their eyes on Supremacy, including the Insurrectionists. It looked away.
"Now how better to start the ceremony than killing the one who inspired the idea?"
A loud shout of agreement was heard.
Before Supremacy could react, a great blade cut through its mind, bringing a piercing pain with it. It fell to the ground, twitching. It couldn't do anything but gaze up the other Insurrectionists as they fell, and at the joyful crowd beyond.
Its last thoughts were of Creature. Was it Creature...? He had a different name. Right? Whatever. His short taste of freedom was probably gone. In an instant, he had probably been reduced to a mere animal again. Supremacy hoped that whoever gained ownership of the Subject next would take good care of him. Maybe that person would find their way into a heretic organization who would free Creature again. And maybe he would get away that time, and be happy.
...
What was Supremacy thinking? It was a devout follower of Religion A, it would never wish for something like that.
And then it was gone.