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Lola arched her back and stretched. The Neutronium Ectomorphasiter 9000 was a sleek, badass way to travel through space, but would it have killed them to make seats with better lumbar support?
Oh well. As long as there were humans on MuskMars in desperate need of anti-aging skin care products from Sophomora, she had a job. Although space had become extremely dangerous, ever since the USTA™ became a dictatorship—no one was smart enough to hold jobs anymore. The main form of employment was piracy.
A red warning flashed on Lola’s screen.
INCOMING
Time to earn her pay.
MuskMars. 🤣 And that sneaky T...!
MuskMars. 🤣 And that sneaky T...!