"Yes, why they were only a fraction of a human, anyway, aren't they?
Better to round them all up now, and put them somewhere far away.
And Kill them. KILL THEM ALL! I SAY!
Put them all in camps on Mars and be done with it!"
" That's what I told my wife, think she'd listen?"
" Mutates are people, too, blah, blah, wah" she says.
"She change her tune after our daughters start to become mesmerized, and Dancing to their Primative Jungle Music! Yeah, yours, too!
Then we'll have a bunch of them half-breed babies!"
Well I put my foot down, I did.
"Not in my house, I tell ya. You live under my tin roof, it's my rules, young lady.
You will not be going out with that "MUTATE" ever again!
"Too Late!," she says, "Having a baby, I am, she says . . . Where they getting this from, ànyways?"
"Gimmee another, Kev, and a shot --- Cheers, I'm out in 5, swear it."
"Here's the thing then, you got your One-Eyed Caveman - there just "out there" - dead or somebody's slaves. Problem is your "human cave-man". There your dangerous ones.
" 'Just like us' people says. Lock 'em away and ship them away. AWAY, Away - if you get my drift.
"Long-haired freaks, never be nothing but second-class citizens, and the girls are wild for them. Just like my daughter, could be any of our girls. Problem is, you've seen what happens the little Mutates mix with us .... Y'get these beautiful little Mutants, don't ya?"
"Now," he said, finishing his pint, "What the hell we gonna do with them?"
(Darn, I was just gonna make a " Round 'em Up in Camps " satire-thingy, and all that came out !
Well, I guess it's either "Enjoy!" or. "Sorry!", whichever's more appropriate for you.)
You Fill Me with Inertia
You Fill Me with Inertia
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