I am a suffering animal, I should be sealed inside a nuclear rocket and fired at an enemy on a one-way gravity assist to hell pumped up on an overdose of bone density drugs. I want my sweat radiated on acre-sized fins and to rain down death on the hydrocarbon sands of Titan.
I'm ready to fight your ice wars, I am tumescent with patriotism for orbiting slush that's rightfully ours. Let me destroy the bright Saturnian rings to feed our insatiable thirst. I want to slurp heaven's beauty up in a robotic straw and protect it with fire and tungsten.
Heat alarm goes off, the world flashes blue and I taste metal. I've been hit by a particle beam, my reactor's bulb deflected it but the bremsstrahlung created a fatal radiation fan. The fools, it will take me median 48 hours to die, and I can do a lot of killing in 48 hours.
im like if a boy was a doll or a bug or a girl or some other thing