Thermonuclear Spartans breathe out radiation from mistakes made in genetic altering. They ride orange vespas and use vehicular splendor to speed across time and space. Their voices join as one to form the Venus Triumphant, rising beauty as plants from wastelands. A wink softens depression, and a touch spreads their unwanted disease. They disappear to new lands, tomorrow.


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  1. This reads like the opening of a scary sci fi story.

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