As any feeble minded minotaur wrestler could've guessed it, a routine kicked in- Madame Harding started visiting the room daily before she checked in her Office and spent the best of her time with the sphere; asking some of the intelligent as well as all sort of stupid questions.

The sphere answered every question with utmost accuracy and infinite fidelity; and happy did she feel every time it solved one of her mental mysteries.

But then one day, feeling overtly proud and despicable, she decided to ask the sphere a rather tricky question.

Harding leaned in and with a fully knowing smile in her face, she asked: "Talking Sphere, Talking Sphere, on the end table, who in this land is the despicable of all."

The crystal sphere did gleam for a moment before the mists began to fill in. A spark of few calculations here and a minute of applied logic, reasoning and some artificial intelligence later, the reply came out as expected, "Thou, O Madame Harding, art the despicable of them all." 

I know this dialogue sounds slightly- okay, no- very medieval, but that's because Madame Harding opted in for the Medieval Anglish Dictionary.

Hearing this answer brought an eternal bliss for Madame Harding. Usually, people preferred to be loved, but for Harding, it was quite the opposite.

As much as she was unloved by any, she never believed in love. As much as she was distrusted by all, she never had faith in humanity. 

Madame Harding's ideals were simple. "Being good could only bring in more harm to self that being bad could." This was the first line that was written across any journal she maintained personally. She believed that good people always got stabbed in the back while the bad people always expected the stab, so the wound never hurt as much.

She had enough of stabs and wounds from the past. All she cared for was to be the most despised person in the Sovereign Lands. She wanted power, she wanted respect, and more than anything, she wanted authority- the kind of authority that came out of fear.

So when the Sphere of El'Goog confirmed her as the most despicable person in the Sovereign Lands, she was more than just exhilarated. With an ear-to-ear grin etched on her face, she walked on to her Office.

But little did she know of the baby girl who grew afar in London, far away across the Atlantic Ocean, under the shield of the Agency.

Little did she know of her fate intertwined with hers, and how she would one day be the cause of her destruction.