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Esette was grief-stricken the day he was forced to send his beloved son from the safety of the dome. Leaving the dome meant more than living in the unbearable heat of the depleted ozone layer-frazzled desert. It meant more than the metaphorical lick of the flames of grief, resentment, remorse, and bitter hatred that could lead only to jealousy, revenge, squabbling, and vying for the meagre resources that living in this barren terrain to which his treasured son Danette had been banished.
Danette was stripped bare. He could not live without Claudette. He was not allowed to live with her if he wished to remain in the dome and so he had been forced to leave his father, the economic princedom, all of the benefits of the hydroponic worldom and the nourishing love of his blessed mother, Athen. Claudette raged. She was outraged. Her outrage caused a shortage in her severely twisted hardwiring. Orphaned from birth, this was the most brazen of all of the low-class urchins who came from the class of the "hangers on." These were a sleazy class of people who had entered the world of the crystal dome dwellers by illegal, underhanded and inappropriate means. They were a disgusting caste in the otherwise pure race of angelic nymphettes called the "productive ones." They were the one class that had survived the day of the great heating over. Their survival had been a product of their innate ability to think ahead, to predict and to plan for the great intergalactic catastrophe! Twenty years before the horrible and fated day, the dome had been erected. The underlings has laughed and scorned. They had sabotaged and detroyed the venture whenever possible. This is because they were scared of change and anything new. Go To Page: 1
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