Spark of a dliamond. Life as hard as a sparkling diamond. All the
diamonds in the world seized back from beautiful smooth rose necks and
wrists, in order to be used in a newfangled killing machine. A diamond-
toothed driller with the controls set to the heart of the earth, there to
release the largest nuke of all time. Spite suicide from the
environmental losers. The serious men with throbbing erectile toxic
cocks, jacking and waiting to seize and fuck the forest, the sea, the
sky.

"I love you!" they hiss in her ear from behind. But somehow it's not the
same after they've come. They're out the door before you can say. And
left inside Gaia's womb, mutated radioactive chemical children —

Step up the mutations! Soon we'll be able to stand unclothed on the
surface of the sun! Soon we'll, with fragile unshielded flying machines,
be able to soar through the vacuum of space to the moon! With our powered
exoskeletons modeled on the 20th Century ET's, what can we not do? And so
we rupture time, and find that it's been us in the UFOs all along.
Unidentified Future Object. Inside those suits lies a weak and
genetically inferior fetal being, which is all that remains of our hairy
veldt bastardness after the committees of division have had their say!