Gazing over the wreckage she had caused, not even a twinge of regret passed over her. Instead, a twisted grin slowly spread across her face. The voices in her head joyously bounced around, yelling praise. The smell of smoke, the sight of a burnt village, the feeling of power. She began to rise up off the ground, eyes closed. She raised her arms up in Jesus position and rose up into the air, higher and higher. Way up there, she opened her eyes. A look of extreme satisfaction and loneliness was in her eyes, and she fell. Nobody witnessed the crash; there was nobody left alive. She flew down through the weakened church roof. The still-burning holy building engulfed her splattered body, leaving no trace of the great mind gone to waste.