Why, I spied Dissent! I morphed into CrushBot, a big spiky metal thing with special missiles that seek out people who raise Questions, and blow them into nice hot bouncing meat-chunks; if I’m lucky the grass catches on fire and I can do the happy War Death Dance as the flames lick my armor, crushing woodland creatures beneath my big CrushBot feet, strewing human goulash as I warble praise to Mars.