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That was my planet . . . My home?
Molly was back in her room; sitting by the window and crying to herself. It was over. Everything they had worked so hard for was over. The plan had failed and now mankind was going to perish.
No wonder the chasens were so evil, with a madly driven leader like Admiral Baylanche who wouldn't be. Because of what she had been through she had programmed them to be lethal killing machines whose main job was to take life with no questions asked. And to think it all started from her wanting to be the head her planet's science bureau, the admiral had surely come a long way.
She sought revenge on the ones that did her wrong and that wasn't enough. She had proved that she was far smater than the lot of them combined but still that wasn't enough, she wanted more and with the vision she had, she was going to stop at nothing to get it.
It was dark and it was frightening and knowing that there was nothing she could do about it was even more frightening. They were right to say
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