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Great are the stars, and man is of no account to them
Another science fiction post! Yeah, it was going to be a historical images special but rocket go up! And Servitor likes that. So in honour of brave spacewoman Christina Koch and her three boys on Artemis II, we’ll do space again today. Plus, we’re still not doing World War M, because other kinds of rocket come back down again.
And in honour of everyone’s favourite component of the hive-mind, there are seven science fiction images, so that’s good, right? And as it’s Easter, we’ll have an extra extra one celebrating the day.
It’s a harsh, untamed planet but fortunately they’ve brought a lot of equipment along specifically designed for taming.
They considered sending King Charles up but it turned out that, by lucky chance, several minor princes and one princess in the Royal Family knew what the OWK was, so the misunderstanding was sorted out.
Recycling is important in space; anything not performing a useful function should always be repurposed or shredded down to its basic elements and added to ship’s stores.
I think if they’re dealing with male humans, relying on reduced brain function is a pretty safe bet. Anyway, Sarah seems nice.
Don’t worry about anything bad happening to those pets, by the way. The envoys arrived under diplomatic protection and interstallar law is clear their property cannot be harmed by the hosts – or if it is, it must be replaced with something of equal value.
In case you’re wondering why they can’t implant their larvae into human females, the little darlings are quite picky about what they like to eat when they hatch out, and there are certain yummy body parts that females just don’t have.
I feel a Spartacus moment coming on. Just give me some air, I’ll be fine.
Easter eggstra:
Serena and Alice have similar traditions but they prefer an old-fashioned crucifixion: the victim’s arms are properly outstretched and there’s no nonsense about using ropes or straps when there are perfectly good nails handy. Alice always loves it when the Easter decoration goes up on Good Friday, the dithering over which terrified male to choose; then the sounds of laughter, joyful hammering and less joyful screaming, then the screams take on a pitch of still greater urgency as the cross is hoisted up, before eventually subsiding to moans and sobs as the decoration hangs there all weekend, reminding her each time she glances up at it of the chocolate eggs to come on Sunday. Easter’s a very special time for them.
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Thank you, as ever, for this bumper set.
I find myself far more excited than is probably healthy for me by the unexpected juxtaposition of the words “vaginal” and “barbs”.
Thank goodness for the serendipitous sanctuary provided by that supermodel latex convention, or I might have been in real trouble.
Thank you, as ever, for this bumper set.
I find myself far more excited than is probably healthy for me by the unexpected juxtaposition of the words “vaginal” and “barbs”.
Thank goodness for the serendipitous sanctuary provided by that supermodel latex convention, or I might have been in real trouble.
Happy Easter
tom