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Doctoryy Dilettanteyy Debbyy's avatar

Those were the days of two-fisted, rugged journalists exposing political corruption by space aliens and Bat Boy.

Obviously Ms. Hillary had been seduced by a smooth talking charmer from the outer Oort Belt. Who can blame her? She's only human! That rascal in the picture only had one thing on his twelve minds.

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The Donald floated in his anti-gravity cloud asleep. The massage therapist set up her table and arranged the tools of her trade: the music web to relax the client, the incense, the holographic art projection, the towel and the candle.

Donald drifted down to the floor and turned the anti-grav off.As he disrobed, panels in the ceiling opened and four Secret Service Grav-droids floated into the room. Simple machines which hovered around the Emperor For Life of the whole planet. Each grav-droid was armed with a variety of weapons. No one who made any attempt to harm Donald would escape a quick, computer-targeted death.

But this massage therapist was the 17th assassin sent to make the attempt and she had been training for three years for this chance. Accelochrome, masked by pain killers coursed through her blood and the hidden weapons in the table had evaded detection thanks to the bandwidth scrambling nanotech shielding. People had died obtaining that tech and the massage therapist had no intention of letting their sacrifice be wasted.

Next: Don't Touch That!

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