And Gordon did smite the insect without a third thought. He pondered letting it live. It had not angered him or anything. But it bore the potential to do so. Thus the will of Gordon was now complete. For the sake of potential, the insect must die. And so he struck it with his finger. The very one that would later twirl his girlfriend’s hair. He loved playing in her hair. This goddess of a woman. The one he no longer needed but wanted with excruciating urgency.