Why yes, I am Dr. Jones, the archaeologist.
No, the guy who did all that stuff before World War II was my grandfather! And if
you don’t believe that some of the artifacts he supposedly found are real, then
you’re an idiot.
but with a lively enough crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
lion. Ms. Fenstone was it the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fngemails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak. rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.
WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING SOMETHING AS A TEAM. MAKING
SOMETHING THAT WOULD WORK FOR THE WHOLE COMPANY. THE KIDS
OUT THERE NEED MUSIC, AND THEY WANT PEOPLE TO ASPIRE TO BE.
WHO WERE WE TO THINK MANUFACTURING SOMEONE LIKE THAT WOULD
GO SO WRONG. IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE COMPANY’S BOARD THAT
CAME UP WITH THE INNATE FLAW IN THE PLAN, BUT NO ONE STOPPED
THEM, AT EVERY STAGE WE WENT ALONG WITH IT, AND NOW IT’S ALL
THE LIGHTS WERE AT A LOW DIM TO PREVENT ACCURATE PHOTOGRAPHY, AND
THE ROOM SHOOK SLIGHTLY AT THE CONSTANT VIBRATION OF A FILTHY CEILING
FAN. THE MEN LINES THE AISLES OF CHAIRS, SOME SWEATING IN THEIR FADED
BUSINESS SUITS, OTHERS INSPECTING THE SPORTS PAGES, AND OTHER STILL
CHECKING THEIR WALLETS TO ENSURE THEIR RESOURCES WERE AS DE’
SCRIBED. THEY WERE SILENT, SMOKING, AND WAITING. THE SHOW WAS YET TO
BEGIN. THIS WAS NOT THE KIND OF SHOW MOST OF US WOULD DESIRE TO
The Black Widow program had been going on since the early sixties, with the USSR having at their disposal the most brutal and violent undercover agent in the business. She was fast, she was beautiful and she was danger
ous, able to snare any man in the World, extract any secrets she needed, and then kill him without prejudice. As of 2016, the Black Widow had been silent for quite some time, with any signs to her former identity lost to the sands of time. It was a new world, was she even needed any more?
I WAS WORKING LATE AT COLLEGE WITH MY PROFESSOR, MILES
THORNE, I WAS A LAB ASSISTANT AT THE TIME, THOUGH MILES
WASN’T MUCH OLDER THAN ME. WE’D BEEN WORKING ON OUR BIO-
LOGICAL THEORIES FOR QUITE SOME TIME, THE BUILDING BLOCKS OF
LIFE COULD BE MOVED AND POSITIONED AS A TALENTED MIND COULD
WILL THEM TO BE, AND WE IMAGINED OUR MINDS TO BE TALENTED
ENOUGH TO DO THE JOB. THE WHOLE BUILDING WAS EMPTY WHEN WE
TURNED ON THE GENE SPLICING MACHINE, BUT WE NEEDED A TEST
Want some advice with handling your rowdy sons? Just feminize them!”
My son Cole was one of the biggest delinquents I ever met, and I decided that he needed to act more like a woman, nicer, sweeter, prettier! So I began making him listen to feminization hypnosis tapes at night, and over time he began to
comply much more with my orders! Soon enough, he was the most loyal little