“I haven’t personally been killed yet. I have work to finish.”
“I approve.” Says Dr. Dollydog.
“What we need to do is gain all the information about the structure of the WaterBear, and the Cockroach, and ourselves.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Ms. Normative looks great. She is wearing a purple bodice with gold filigree. The material is grasping at her breasts and breaths that she takes are only slightly perceptible because of the bulk thread power with within there a satin lining and a pocket for the passport somewhere. Her hair is bang cut streaked blonde black and red and silver gray with a black base. Her eyes wide and round green irised. There is the choker collar down then a peasant skirt of the finest wool cotton blend pleated, then to paisley stockings leotards and high riding boots.
She has a crop.
Ms. Normative says that she doesn’t like the idea of only robots and cockroach heads and
Water Bear engineered company for the survivors.
“I suppose you want a cat?” says Dr.Dollydog.
“Well, yes, I do want cat company on the other planet.”
“We ought to have seen that coming.” Say I, who hasn’t personally been killed yet.