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The Pleasure Principle

"Here we are, Daisy. You ready?" "Babe, I can pleasure you in places you can't imagine a woman could reach." Daisy Chan, a superheroine of Chinese descent, had a new boyfriend. His name was Brent Miller. Brent, an African-American, acted as a bounty hunter and assassin, being hired by many men to get them what they wanted. Brent oft dreamt of being a crime lord himself, but he needed to work hard in order to make it come true. Daisy, on the other hand, had the ability to shrink to sub-atomic levels. Whether it was to hack into computers, or to go into the body of a sick man, she loved her powers... she just had to learn how to handle them. Daisy and Brent met when the latter was kidnapped by a hideous hellhound creature. It had locked Brent in its dungeon, leaving him to starve and die. Daisy caught wind of the situation, and opened up the gates by shrinking and sneaking past the devil dog. Finding Brent hot, she slowly but surely struck a relationship up with h
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Virus

     Help.     That was the only thing on the mind of this robot, who'd just been hacked.     A virus had invaded his complex, computerized, young adult brain and subverted his security protocols. Now, he was fighting to stay on his feet. Stay himself , and not turn into a bogus psycho killer.      Must... resist... god, it feels so GOOD, this power...     It was like drugs to him. Mind-altering substance that makes you feel good, but damages your body, and causes you to become a monster. That's what our poor friend was trying to avoid.     It's overtaking my mind... I think it's too late to be saved...     He wanted to scream into the void as he slowly felt himself losing control of his actions. Every time he tried to think of something else, he'd end up being redirected to the pleasant lull of the infection. It was always screaming right there, unable to be ignored.     Then, he suddenly felt like a whole new person. His personality had gone thru a shift.     Why,
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Useless

     Hunted.     That was the word to describe TOM, our hero, who was on the run from an intelligent lifeform that had snuck aboard his ship, the Neptunia. It was hyperfixtated on whatever TOM had done to it previously. TOM had been alien-hunting for awhile, so he had gaps in his memory about what the creatures he sought out were. Names and faces were hazy to him. But he had to remember what the hell it was.      It resembled a hulking, red monster, covered in ooze. Ooze that resembled maroon-coloured pus. Definitely not a sight for those who're eating. Even TOM, who was a robot and couldn't consume normal food (at least those that weren't the size of a milligram to fit in the microscopic hole in his mouth), found it sickening to look at. But he had to carry on. After all, it wasn't as bad as some other aliens he'd hunted in the past.     TOM trudged thru the dark, dusty chambers of the Neptunia's basement. Nothing was giving him any indication of where the crea
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Moonscar

  It was dark in space. But darkness was not the problem on most space colonists’ minds. About five years ago, the prestigious Space Facilities of Nueva chose ten humans to search for life on other planets. Every year, the humans would travel across the galaxy, from planet to planet, adapting to the climate and culture of each one. Guiding them was a line of self-aware AI, able to break down information and use them to form their own complex, abstract thoughts. That means they were able to reprimand colonists when they were doing something wrong, or reward them when they were doing something right. This was truly a pinnacle of space travel. On this flight was an individual named Moonscar. He was what you’d expect of a space colonist: with his Spartan-like conceit and short, dark red hair, he was what you’d consider a “ladies’ man” back on Earth. But Earth was very hazy to Moonscar. See, he’d applied for this mission because he forgot who he was. All he could remember was waking
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