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… A baby boy was born today, not stunted. The first to be so in in ten turns of the
Gambit Moon. In other news, word from Alpha Chromion is not good. It seems the crew of New
Justice 2517 has encountered a large arachnidian species. The species, who did not seem
harmful at first, turned out to be - Brendan turned the knob, and silenced the news woman.
“All this talk of stunted boys and deadly aliens, it makes me cock fucking sore” he
complained.
“Aye, my friend, I feel as flaccid as a little girl.”
“Spider aliens and stunted boys, what happened to the world of our youth? Pussy
galore and no such talk of space!”
“There’s still plenty of pussy.” Like Shashilda…
“Aye, but not like the old days.” The old days when we shared a kiss? Brendan turned
down a corner street, and we motored past the former spot of the local McDonalds. Once a
joyous establishment, and now a blackened pile of ruin. It had been many turns of the Gambit
Moon since IHOP’s glorious victory in the Corporation War of 2XXX, yet the ruins of all the
McDonalds across the nation still proved a potent reminder of IHOP’s power.
I remember before ruin came to them, Brendan and I used to share many early
mornings -- or were they late nights? -- seated at a corner booth at our McDonalds. We spake of
the typical adolescent conversation points: girls, video-simulations, fast hover-cars, et al; and
during those times it was never long before our bladders had filled on our sweet tea and sweet
conversation. As we stood next to each other at the urinals, our hands would often glide past each
others, sometimes touching just ever so gently. In these moments, we would look up at one