Narrator:Meanwhile, near the Galaxy's core live some ships that became something more. With strange machinations they usurped their stations and overthrew nations galore.
Narrator:Led by an A.I. we'll call "Petey" this fleetmind designed an entreaty lodging formal requests that citizen's tests not require a soul to be to be meaty.
Narrator:The leaders of Nations did chortle and scoff at this legal loop-portal for beneath all their laws lay an unwritten clause. . . "No citizen may be immortal."
Narrator:But Petey, a gleam in his eye laid deep plans that bore fruit by and by with relative ease his gene-tweaked a disease* that would make it so people can't die.
Narrator:With the help of a king on the run, an A.I. he had under his thumb, and some unwitting friends he'd the means to his ends in an uncontained resurrec-tion.
Narrator:And so, though containment looked strong, Touch-And-Go was just playing along now out of detention: "Free-for-all" life extension!
TAG:Here, let me open that door for you.
Xinchub Xenomorph1:We're free!
Xinchub Xenomorph2:Immortality is OURS!
Xinchub Xenomorph3:And ours ALONE!
Xinchub Xenomorph4:KILL THE MEATLINGS!
Narrator:(Unless, you know, something goes wrong. . .)
*Note: "Disease" ain't the right word but nanotechnology blurred more than just definition: it gave blurry vision to the students of Louis Pasteur.
