The problems of others were only of tenuous concern to her... Mearly fragile mosaics of watercolor and gossamer that she ignored.
"Now you pay for your pagan infidelities, witch!" Blood spread. "But I die free, inquisitor. Untainted... You will not."
"You're a flawed, imperfect toad! I've been genetically filtered!" Stout Muriel eyed the seemingly perfect Eve. "Humanity lives in our flaws."
A Molotov broke and set the police droid ablaze. It didn't care. Shooting rubber bullets into the riot, it guarded the children.
"Lady Cobra? Jeez, our team-up is going to sound like a prank!" "Why?" He shook her hand. "Mad Mongoose, pleased to meet ya!"
The captain surveyed the growing camp around her starship. It was no longer a crash site, it was a colony.
Amy returned to a clean house, children in bed, and Max washing dishes. She hugged him from behind. "You're the sexiest man alive."
Her dress fell to the floor as she began tugging off his shirt. "Enough foolish games... Let me give to you! Let me receive in return."
"We're caretakers of the forest, not its warriors." Lanu looked to his entwife and their daughter. "Against this foe, we must be both!"
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