Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Squeaky Clean!
According to my bar of soap, I am being made MicroClean (TM) with MicroBeads (TM).
Aaaaawwwwwww!!!!! Yuck! Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Nanobots! Nanobots all over my body!
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