travel through static oceans, captain missions assignment for liberteria, the mission should you choose to neglect it would result in the conquering of a virulent meme. it's existing in a string of communities, small sites of like minded conquerers. they were doing fine until the virus's started being launched onto servers, crashing people who didn't think along their lines.
i'm incognito, an stoned agent in the empire of fear. i use my chameleon skin to blend right in, i use my moon powered zap gun to protect me from psychic attack. i use my wit and ingenuity to pierce deep beyond into the heart of their digital domains. 
now the enemy is intelligent but singleminded, focused upon their feared opponents with psychotic precision. they promise peace while they decapitate, they promise submission while they dominate, they offer victory but play the victim, they have no solution but finality.
inside the veiled ones bow down to their god, they pray and chant, they wail and a demented holy man stands and shouts out to his followers, kill, pigs, curse them, satan, and the followers agree. they sway infected with a new kind of hate, a cleansing one. it washes away all their ills, cleans their souls like a bleach detergent, it sweeps through and kills everything, love, hope, reason, rhyme, peace, understanding, union. it's a fiery thing to behold, flames ignite flames and it sweeps through from server to server.
i do a quick reconnaissance, a card game with the enemy. a game of poker, backgammon, chess, hide and seek, i'll play any game they want, until i have won. 
their leaders are denied me but i make many friends, they embrace me and offer me their kindness, unaware i am their enemy. they tell me stories of their dominion, off how they will kill their enemy and liberate the land from me. they smile and pat my back, they drink strong black coffee and spit into tin cups. they repeat their mantras and kiss. their language is serpentine, aggressive and then soft and gentle, it's twisting around, buzzing like a wasps nest. they part and let me leave, the traveller, a welcome guest in their habitat. 
i'm grateful to leave, i don't like their hate, i don't buy their case. i'm a long way gone, travelling down the wire back to mission control but i left part of me behind, a little code embedded in their mind. it will explode in 7 days, a peace bomb in the form of three little words. love your enemy.
it will detonate softly and change everything.