GEOLDR
 
As a fluid model, a super-string of alien design with icons engineered within to be release by a happy accident . . . while in transit to the planet Chitton, which was targeted from the consensus management from S.T.A.R.E. congress, a stochastic gradient as an engine of the released cargo within the dependant film of the frequency of who fired the salvo of salvation.
 
Vincint Voormile had, once reignited the heart of KhromaQlue, glued together his honor of being discovered without apparent success of his mission against GTCA xeno!sex.  Staved off the biometric filter to fuse a worse cargo drop, managed instead a see of information to be released.
 
From super-luminary orbit, the super-string hung in the sky, nearly knocking into the bio-modular StarCities and quasi-quizzically coerced the womb of the planet to open wonton-bliss ports to accept the weary seed frequency flight of the mind, Vincint decided to take the tool of the clue and race to intercept the invented deed.
 
As the angry arguments commenced, and warfare made the souls of the citizens dance in trinary tribulation, on whole the societal question quickly generated power for the planet.  Chitton yielding yard yarns of proprietary proof that in truth the sector organ of the military drenched in bio-medical answers find fields of an internal loom as a concussive concourse to step a sequence of leadership to the very benign bliss blossom womb-core of planet Chitton.
 
Tunneling tension, Vincint Voormile took KhromaQlue to suspend the seed in magnetic harmony within the canal walls wincing descention.  Floating zero-point energies drive jinxes as rapid ruminations curtails axles as answers.  No bleeding seed of his surreal mismanagement should strike this planet with its listless lovers.