"Vital Vidol kisses! Get inoculated. Just 6000 yen for a spit swap. Get a head start on the pandemic season!" The manager's voice was a screech on any normal given day; put a megaphone in her hand and caused brain cells to liquefy.
The three-wheeled pizza delivery scooter complained as it strained up the mountain road, a load of four pizzas set in its spring-loaded rack, bouncing noisily every time the driver hit a bump.
Saori's pleated mini-skirt umbrellaed open, revealing the smooth skin of her naturally hairless pussy. There was a quick twitch of flesh as her muscles contracted followed by a light-yellow stream that hit the robot square in its visual receptors.
The old suburb was quiet as the sun set; the sky a watercolor palette of oranges and reds bleeding together. The area had once been a full of life, but now only the mournful houses and rusting cars were witness to the slow decay. And they watched wordlessly, their silence a pouting condemnation of the afterlife to which they had been doomed.
"Trenton! That second reading... You were right. It's another monster." Daniella's voice was clear over the skull-ceiver of the bio-armor he'd found in the crashed alien ship. Forged of liquid-metal that had melded with him, it allowed him to increase his body size twenty-fold to meet the challenge of the monstrous horror lying dormant in the ruined vessel along with the armor.
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