1 in 275

Traitor.

Traitorous awful wench.

I'm afraid of you, of your power, of your thousand million ways to change.

Changes that spell a disaster for me.

You know, you've made me money.  I am something famous because of you.

We should be working together, you and I,

For the benefit of many.

They all appreciate you, call you perfect, sing your praises.

And here you are.

Knocking at my door, singing your own deadly song.

Low-risk, awareness, modified, sparing, aspiration.

The meaning in those words that you can evoke weighs heavy on my mind today.

I have aspirations, you know.  Plans for you.

It seems you might take us down a different path.

I'm sure it will be fine, I tell myself, try not to feel betrayed.

1 in 275 is pretty slim odds, right?