I was frustrated. Frustrated to not have more to read.
At first, i was unsettled. The term Tyrant sounded so unfamiliar, so harsh sounding...
and, as the story unfolded...
i found myself giving it an entirely new definition.

Yes. She is a Tyrant. There's will and intent in each of her moves.
Her being a woman doesn't make her less of a Tyrant than any other actual male Tyrant there is on this planet.
Yet... she definitely is something else. It's a fascinating character.
Ambrose has a morbid fascination for her, to the point where
he merely questions her action let alone asks "why?".

Because he has already lost. Everyone has.

And this feeling, this hopelessness... this poised and oppressive atmospehere... you perfectly rendered.
The Tyrant is all powerful. She crosses each and every boundaries, walks on every birthing hope and yet... the worst is that she's already win. She always will and hope, just like any other emotion she has control over, belongs to her.

1984 sure was a great inspiration. But you managed to break it down into its most powerful ideas and inject them into your writing, giving them an entire new meaning. What happens is less a state of permanent war than a constant fear imposed on each and every human. Especially when the Tyran's not here.

All in all, i was hooked, from the very first word to the last.
Now there's a Tyrant in my head and i'll likely find a naughty
pleasure in figuring out these:
- Why has she choosen him?
- Has she done this before?
- How utterly bored can she be?
- How sweet will be the moment when Ambrose, his mind entirely filled with hers, will willingly crush every last bit of humanity he's still left for her sake, opening the way for a casual disposal of his body?

Thank you for writing this story. And i insist : story.
It now has its special place in my heart next to grilrig's, poisen pen's, taedis's, aborigengts's and so many other great writers...