Looking over the charred moor, Charlene realized it must have rained today. It never ceased to amaze her that on this God-forsaken planet they referred to the occasional showers of falling carbolic acid as “rain”.
Since marrying the grotesque Glaxian, he had shown her worlds she never knew existed, but she could never return to Earth, her own treachery and treason had sealed her fate.
She smiled as lightening struck the field of burnt carbon, instantly transforming the rocky waste into a glittering field of diamonds.
“Send the droids to gather rocks, my love, Mama wants to go shopping,. “
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Great story, sweetie.
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Great story.
I wouldn't know, only Cybermen and their spawn shop there.