It was a typical day. Nothing special really. Misery was tootling around the house, trying to find something to do. There wasn't a whole lot for a Goddess to do these days. Nobody actively worshiped. Oh sure, she still got power from all the people in the world. Which is why she was still around. But there weren't temples to visit, or boons to grant. Or anything at all really. Most of the world thought of the Greeks as a long ago thing. And she? Well, she'd never really been that big anyway. Not like those damnedable Olympians.

Mostly, Oizys spent her days working at a Walgreens, to cure the boredom. Or playing around on the fun and interesting thing called the internet. She had email. She went into chat rooms. She liked looking things up. She learned all kinds of new things through the internet.

Today, she was Googling herself.

She'd heard some of the girls at work talking about it. At first she'd thought it was something really dirty. But then they explained it to her. Now, on her day off, that's just what she was going to do.

Oizys typed in the url. WWW.google.com. Then after a moment of staring at the rather empty looking page, she typed in her own name. Oizys. The damned thing tried to correct her spelling! Like she wouldn't know how to spell her own name. But under that, there were links. One for some place called Theoi.com, for Wikipedia.com, for a journal on some livejournal site. That one was somebody calling themselves DJ Oizys. That was odd. She didn't know what she had to do with DJing, but that was okay, she supposed. Pantheon.org. Even a website called Oizys.com, but it didn't have anything on it besides some wanker calling himself SirNyx. She shook her head and continued. None of this really had anything to do with her, aside from the Greek info sites. It really did amaze her, though, how many people were using her name. And so wrongly, too.

Then she came upon something very curious. Very curious indeed.

More than a little confused, Oizys clicked the link that said asylums.insanejournal.com/deities_dot_com. What she saw made her heart stop. She read a little bit, then read a little more. This was insanity. What was going on here?!

"What the fuck!?"

Not everybody was represented here. But there were faces that she knew. Including herself. These people were pretending to be them! There was Philotes. There was Deimos. There was Aphrodite, and Ares. Morpheus. Nemesis. There were dozens. Dozens! Journals, and images. Images! She was reading about herself and her family.

How did these people know!? Where were they getting their information? And what the fuck gave them the right to pretend to be gods and goddesses?

There had to be cameras somewhere. Oizys whipped around in her seat, trying to find something glinting in the shelves behind her. Somebody was spying. They had to be. They were writing about her, and pretty accurately, too. Though there were some things wrong, of course. But too much of it was correct. Too much of it was....

It was all too much.

"Moros!" She called out. "Moros! You have to come see this shit!"