Twin of Emotion -- The Whiner -- Barbra L. Tvilling -- Sailor Tweedledum

Part I: Old Hat:
You can call me Deux (Maxwell, professional coffee brewer and lover of coffee pots everywhere) if it so pleases the court...
Surely, those Thundery-kitties loved to battle those other crazy animals... I never liked the frog, m’self.
Email: [email protected]
Web page: Well, my official character pages are on my account for Sky Senshi, so you'll have to go through http://www.geocities.com/namirlynx to get there...
Part II: Who are you, anyway? Are you your resume?
Character Name: Barbara Lacie Tvilling, though she also likes being addressed as “Barb”
Meaning: "Strange Cheerful (Greek) Twin (Swedish)" Simply: “Strange Cheerful Twin.”
Unbirthdays: Everyday but the day of May the 28th, if you are anyone who knows anything... That makes her a Gemini, which is the astrological sign of the Twins. Ironic, isn’t it?
Age: 11 years of age, this one is.
The Mask:
General Appearance: Her general body shape is quite narrow, though the clothes she wears often tend to billow around her light frame. She usually walks with her sister, each with one arm around the other’s neck (in a friendly way) and they have a tendency to skip rather than walk. And unless you know them, it’s like you’re looking at some sort of clones... very strange clones at that, clown-clones, if you will. And if they aren’t within arm’s length of one another, they have to go looking because they’ve lost each other... it gets quite silly after a while. Barb enjoys putting on her (invisible) miner’s cap to go looking for her sister. Miner’s cap meaning something like a hard-hat with a light attached.
Face: Long and narrowly built, her cheeks slightly fleshed out more than the rest. Her nose is rather small and somewhat pointed, but still with a touch of curve to it. Her eyes are somewhat small but with a constant twinkle in them. Her mouth is somewhat small, but constantly moving.
Features (hair, eyes, etc.): Shoulder-length wavy light purple hair with ear-length bangs which tend to be hanging to the side of their faces or pulled back in the same fashion as her sister. The hair is usually worn down or in a loose ponytail. Barb has bright green eyes that sparkle as she talks, which is all the time. Her eyes seem as if they’ve been altered in some way, seeing as neon green isn’t a proper eye color, but that was how she was born. She has a medium completion, not very pale but also not very tanned.
Dress: Well, surely not always a dress, but often a cheerful pair of overalls with patches of stripes and of course a cheerful little beanie. Her overalls are quite oversized and underneath she always wears her collared shirt of stripes and mayhap even a small bow tie if she feels it necessary. She enjoys this outfit very much and wears it until new patches are needed to be put on, in which case she'd wear her favorite pair of white pants. Sometimes, Barb'll spice it up and wear something different just for the sake of doing so. She likes lots of patterns, but ones that are small and bright. She doesn’t often wear jewelry, because when she and her sister played dress up, her sister ALWAYS broke her jewelry... even though she broke more of her sister’s things when she found her stuff broken.
Voice: Shrill and high when screaming, which turns out to be often and at her sister. Normally her voice is rather high and only a little loud, only loud enough for her sister to really hear. Her usual tone is bearable, but when she screams, most people plug their ears it’s so incredibly shrill and loud. She tends to be very quiet when she talks to anyone besides her sister and dislikes to do so as well.
Bloodtype: Red, but not quite exactly perfect red... but the exact same color as her sisters! It’s also quite bloody, that type... red, liquidy and bloody, I must say.
Likes: Her sister, stripy things, happy fuzzy things (i.e. stuffies, small animals), talking, playing, trolls (the little plastic things with funny color hair that you can have fun with gel with), nail polish, acting on impulse, getting the ‘fair share’ of things.
Dislikes: When her sister breaks her things, being away from her sister, thinking things through, shiny things, gaudy things, Las Vegas, Mickey Mouse, lip gloss, and most of all: crows. She’s somehow developed fears of the last six things... She just doesn’t like lip gloss, okay? The fear of crows developed after watching crows swoop down and start pecking at food. She thought they’d fly over and peck out her eyes or something.
Hobbies: Hanging out with her sister while playing dress up with trolls and smashing her mom’s jewelry with a sledgehammer. Erm, no that’s quite right... ... ... Sorry, yes it is. She also enjoys painting everyone’s nails assorted colors, including her stuffed animals that don’t really HAVE nails... She can sing but it comes out rather glass-shattering and squeaky. And she can’t dance... unless you’re talking tango. She can also eat cherries and make happy little daisy chains, does that count? Oh, yes, and though she won’t often admit it, another of Barb’s hobbies is having loud, screeching temper tantrums.
Favorite Subject: Science. Mostly because the teacher, Mr. Fan, is almost always drunk and they get to do what ever they want. She enjoys listening to her sister recite poems during that time. Barb always likes her sister’s poem telling.
Least Favorite Subject: Math. ‘Cause it’s so... logical... you can’t be creative with it at all... can’t make up new numbers or something fun like that!
Personality: Very cheerful and such to her sister, but all others beware: Barbara can be deadly if you do so much as tap her shoulder. She will be very sociable with certain people if she likes them for some reason. These people might just be people who happen to be around her a lot, but sometimes she might just see someone and something clicks! She usually only tends to like people like her: bright, cheerful and talkative. She likes to rely on her instincts and may do the complete opposite of what she’d said before, just because the plans ‘didn’t feel right.’ Of course, this would never happen around her sister... just with other people she happens to like. She really dislikes the people who take every word of hers seriously, she’s the joking sort and will sometimes say completely outlandish things just to say them. She tends to have relatively shallow emotions, but only because her instincts tell her all different things at once and she can’t always decide on one. She doesn’t have one firm belief in something; she has a sort of here and their tendency to herself. She tends to do things that are very creative, the one good reason she doesn’t like math. She likes light and airy and especially diverse things, like herself. Her conversations reflect her personality, going off on tangents everywhere, not one solid line, but like a tree with millions of branches off branches off branches. She can’t stay on one subject for too long, because then it could get boring. She is always talking, never stopping. Barb also seems to listen to conversations she’s not even having, just to know what’s going on in the world. She doesn’t want to ever be left behind in anything, she always has to know what the latest things are so she can relay that everywhere. But she has to know the latest in everything; she tends to like to watch the entertainment news for it. She has to be in the know on what’s going on, she just needs the info to react to everything properly! She also may listen in on people to get new ideas and new things to fuel her creativity. She revolves around her creativity, especially doing things such as announcements and other writing or talking things. She likes to play around with her writing: see if it sounds better phrased this way or that, seeing what sort of creative allowances she can make without completely changing everything into something else. Barb is also a very quick thinker. She might get bored with what you’re saying as your saying it; she always needs something new on her mind. She will twist people’s words just because she’s bored. New things always have to come into her mind, or they must be saying something very interesting. When she can’t talk to someone, or just doesn’t feel like it for some peculiar reason, she usually buries herself in books and magazines. But they have to be replaced quickly, for she reads very quickly. She has to constantly be amused with something new. She tends to contemplate two things in a way of comparing, not looking for links. Barb prefers many different things, then looking to make things more similar. She also tends to talk out loud; her thoughts passing by just come out of her mouth sometimes. She also tends to make the rules for games go differently, so the points depend on something different than who wins. Barb also tends to read anything and everything: from something in a different language to music to shorthand. One major downside to Barb is that she can sometimes be completely insensitive. She tends to have a lot of water in her chart though, so this doesn’t happen very often.
History in Ze Real World: Barbara Lacie Tvilling was born the younger of twins, Valross Snicare Tvilling born first. They were born into a fairly well-off family in Britain. They were inseparable ever since anyone can remember. At first, their mother wanted always to dress them in exactly the same fashion, so they’d look just SO adorable, and it would make them even cuter when they played. After a year or so, their mother found that it wasn’t so cute anymore and that they didn’t need to match. But as soon as they could dress themselves, they did just what their mother had done before. As soon as they could, they bought matching outfits and developed a sense of closeness. If they were far enough away from each other that they couldn’t touch each other’s fingertips, they would have to go mad looking for their sister. Barb enjoyed putting on her (invisible) miner’s cap to look for her sister (she’d always forget to turn the light on... then she’d remember and still couldn’t find her sister for some reason...)
Anyway...
The first day of school rolled around, and they were toting different outfits for their mother had picked them out and they had no say in it. But they had matching backpacks and that was close enough for the time being for them. They got on the school bus as their mother waved them off, handkerchief in hand, tearful eyes. They waved good-bye to their mother as the bus drove off, a slow moving yellow armored car, keeping Maya’s children safe and taking them far, far away from her. Of course, they were only five minutes away from their home, but it was the principle of the thing! Maya would be all alone the whole day! She spent the whole day sitting on her couch, wringing her hands, waiting for her little babies to come back home to her.
In the meantime, Barb and Valross were having the time of their lives. They caused havoc, the teacher calling the janitor repeatedly to clean up the messes the pair had made. There were toys that the two had kicked all over, grinning as wide as could be when they did. They’d thrown the room into a state of disarray and the teacher couldn’t fix it very easily. Most of the other children were wailing for their parents to come and get them. These two were obviously going to be a handful. The only piece of furniture left unturned was the table Valross happened to be standing on, reciting some sort of garbled speech that rhymed. When she paused, Barb, who happened to be sitting on the floor very close by, applauded as loud as she could. The rest of the room was in sheer panic as Valross and Barb ran out into the halls, Valross screaming out a poem as Barb applauded as loud as she could at its finish. A few of the teachers tried to shoo the two back to their classroom, but Barb immediately started to cry, scream and wail. The teachers then stopped trying.
By the end of the day, they’d been to the principal’s office. The school tried to send them home, but their mother wouldn’t pick up the phone. The room was still a mess when they got their things and got onto the bus. When they came home, most of the other children were cheering as they left. They had gotten things thrown at them. The bus driver even told the pair’s mother, “I don’t EVER want to see those two again! EVER!” Maya led them inside and immediately set to work on finding them a new school. One where their talents would be appreciated.
They found a private school named St. Carroll. They were also hassled into the fact that if they DIDN’T ship those ‘horrible little retches’ off somewhere, they’d be killed in the middle of the night. Of course, the parents didn’t want that and though Barb and Valross seemed to like it at the public school, they wouldn’t mind going somewhere else to meet new people. The twins were sent off the next day, while the teacher was still cleaning up the mess they made, along with a battalion of janitors.
They had packed all their things and their parents gave them a sufficient amount of money to buy new clothes if needed. Well, their parents went up their every other day anyway, so it wasn’t really that much of a problem. As the two grew older, the visits grew further and further apart. Now their parents only bother to visit on the vacations, sometimes they don’t even bother.
The longer the time between the twins and their parents grew, the closer the duo grew. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller, to the point now where they can’t be any further than touching each other’s fingertips to not completely flip out.
Barb does happen to know she’s a senshi... well, sort of. Once, while Ross was trying to teach Barb how to recite poems, starting with Lewis Carroll’s poem about Tweedledum and Tweedledee. As they recited it together, umbrella in Ross’ hands, Sue the rattle in Barb’s hands, and they said it slowly together. When they were done and Barb was about to instinctively clap, Sue and the umbrella flew out of the twins hands and when they picked them up from the X shape they were now in, they found each other encased in white light. They immediately began to argue, smacking each other with their henshin wands. When they were done hitting each other, they found that they were in ‘cool new duds.’
They finished their henshin sequence and immediately after began running all around the school, happy as could be. They didn’t really know what had happened, just that they got new matching outfits. They ran around the school and, in celebration of getting new outfits, Ross began to recite one of the longer poems she knew. The Walrus and the Carpenter. They ran around school, ending up outside by the time they were done. When Barb clapped, the ground immediately blew up underneath them. Several teachers looked outside to see the two bickering in a giant crater that they’d made. “I didn’t do it!” “Well, it was all your fault to begin with!” “Whadda you mean my fault! This was your idea!” “No, it was your idea!"
When they went off back to their rooms, they dehenshined, changing back into their old clothes. Barb just applauded after that... they did get quite the yelling from the teacher who actually went out to find out what happened. Barb just submitted herself to the teacher’s wishes never to do whatever it was they’d done again.
NPCs: Maya Aphrodite Tvilling. Maya is Barb’s typically nervous mother. She tends to wring her hands when things upset her, which happens quite often. Maya is strongly Greek and she got to name the child her husband hadn’t. She gave the child a name in as much Greek as she could; she didn’t want to overburden the girl with too many names either. A housewife by trade, Maya enjoys things like cooking, cleaning and taking care of her children. She also enjoys being a member of the local community, being very much of the typical mother of those old 50’s shows. She is often smiling, but just to keep people from seeing the real nervous person she is. She has OCD; she has to have everything clean, clean, clean. She just wants to be a right and proper member of society and her daughters began to change other’s outlook on her being one the first day of school. That’s why St. Carroll was found just so quickly. She has smiling brown eyes and cheerful blonde hair (dyed repeatedly.) Her original hair color was black, but she felt that she should almost ‘match’ her husband and be blonde as well.
Braima Abu Tvilling. Braima is the twin’s odd father. He is now an official citizen, but he keeps thinking the Fed’s are gonna come get him. He keeps trying to escape them by working in a nice, federal job. The post office is a nice federal job... He didn’t work very well as a clerk; not many people could get though his thick, Swedish accent very easily. He has now reverted to mail-sorter. He has bright blonde hair and soft blue eyes.
Kande Ton Tvilling. Probably the most normal of the bunch, except for the fact that she is terribly afraid of cows. She was the reason the milk had to be relabeled ‘Goat’s Milk’ or something else or the label be taken off entirely. A cow licked her when she was little and swore it was trying to eat her. She’s been frightened out of her mind of cows ever since. She has black hair and blue eyes.
Song: “Some Days You Gotta Dance” by the Dixie Chicks. This song relates to Barb very well because it’s just talking about how you just, sometimes when you’re caught up in something really hard, you just have to put it down and dance and have fun. Acting on impulse, shall we say? It still pertains to her because she still loves the song, it’s happy and never gets old (to her at least) and sometimes she feels the same way the song’s saying.
Book: Many Waters by Madeleine L’Engle. She’s read this semi-recently and always secretly envied the main characters in this book, Sandy and Dennys, who are twins and travel into a different time... Very imaginative and different: Just Barb’s style!
Part III: Through the Looking Glass and Down the Rabbit Hole
Character Position: Sailor TweedleDum, or Sailortweedledum, whichever version is preferred, the Senshi of Emotion and Instinct.
History in Wonderland: As the Wizard joined the two worlds, eliminating the border, he placed Tweedledum on one side with a bit of his power vested in the twin. On the other side, stood Tweedledee, with the Wizard’s power as well. And as the two parts of the same soul joined together on the side of Wonderland, they were no longer two, but one. Instinct and logic combined to find a perfectly balanced human being. Of course, Tweedle was very confused, still having two entities within himself, and couldn’t stand the thought of being whole and one, not the Two, Dum and Dee. Now he was only Tweedle. There was no name on the front of his collar, his shirt was all one color. He was positively devastated. He couldn’t live like this! Dum kept thinking, ‘And who will I have to break all my things when I’m through with them?’ while Dee asked, ‘Who will applaud my glorious jobs of poem reciting and stand there, ever listening to it?’ The two were both very sad at the thought of now being one, very angry at the Wizard, though still faithful as a puppy. Tweedle used Dee’s intellect for just a moment, trying to find a way to escape this horrible fate. Dee came up with a brilliant thought and Dum decided they should act right upon it! Standing right next to a portal, Tweedle tried to force one half of the twins out onto the other side. He tried so terribly hard, he exhausted himself to death, and fell into a coma-like state, but as the Wizard’s forces came through, Tweedle was trampled on and finally met his death, never his final wish being granted.
Mad phat skills: Sailortweedledum’s mad phat skill is that she basically can control Sailortweedledee’s power... Just like the way her attacks don’t work with out Dee’s assistance!
Transformation: “(Tweedle) Dum Wonderland Power, Make-Up!” But more commonly:
Said with Tweedledee:

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Resolved to have a battle,
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
As big as a tar barrel,
Which frightened both our heroes so
They quite forgot their quarrel.

Sequence: As the two hold up their henshin items, they fly out of their hands and cross against each other, like swords hanging on the wall. Then, as each is encased in white light, they begin smacking each other around with their henshin items. Each time they hit one another, a part of the fuku appears. This may go in varying order. When they are done smacking each other and making their fuku appear, they end by resuming the normal position of one arm around the others neck casually, and the other hand as a fist on their own hip, smiling happily and nearly knocking their heads against one another.

Henshin item: A broken rattle that still rattles but has a large crack running through it and veining out. The main, round part is cream with a blue bow on it and the handle is like half of a twisted rope (that sort of a look, as if one half was taken off, but one was left in the regular pattern) and on the bottom is a circlet that Barb can only fit her thumb through, though she prefers to swing it around on her index finger.
Colors: Well, the two main patterns to their fuku is stripe and solid, which for Tweedledum involves the two “stripe” colors of pink and navy blue and the solid color of white.
Fuku/Costume: Striped long-sleeved shirt in the two stripe colors before mentioned. It is a Rugby shirt, more or less and on her collar, on the left side is embroidered “DEE” and on the back it says “TWEEDLE” in normal black writing, readable font and all. If you don’t know what a Rugby shirt is, it’s a shirt you play rugby in.... It has wide two-color stripes and a white collar and button place (whatever you call that..) with three buttons. She also has a white miniskirt that reaches about mid-thigh. Then, under that she has a pair of striped pants, the same colors as the shirt, and a pair of black tap shoes. She also has a beanie that has a white brim and, due to the fact that there is the pattern of four even spaces on it, divided by the hems, you can see on her left pink and on her right navy blue. This corresponds to the back, where on her right is pink and on her left is navy blue.
Wings: No, unfortunately. If she did, Dee would probably break them. Dee always breaks all her stuff...
Powers/Attacks:
“Rattle of Power!” -- Sailortweedledum shouts this phrase, holding her rattle in front of her. She closes her eyes and holds her hands so that the top hand, her right, is touching the main part of the rattle. She kneels down and bows her head down to Sue. Underneath Sailortweedledum and Sue there seems to be a faint white light in a crack of a circle coming up around them. Through the crack in Sue, you can see a spinning, patterned light form of pink and navy blue. As soon as Sailortweedledum feels Sue is full enough of power, she opens her eyes and stands up, turning to Sailortweedledee and letting her touch it. As soon as Sailortweedledee touches it, in any way shape or form, the cracks expand and shatter the main part of the rattle. Sailortweedledum then spins around once and points the rattle at a random target, unleashing the energy on whoever’s in that range. It goes out in a pattern like a lamp: sprouting from the rattle is the strongest and it continues out until it’s too far from her. The range is about 20 ft. long and 15 feet wide at the end.

“Battle of the Tweedles!” – The two call out this phrase at the same time, holding their weapons up high. All of a sudden, their weapons fly from them and once again form an X, like in their henshin sequence. They go to reach for them, but a saucepan and salad bowl appear in front of Dum and Dee respectively. They pick those up and put them on their heads and in a flash of striped light, they are dressed in their assorted pillows, shoelaces and other such things that would make “protective” gear. Sue changed into a coat hanger (looks like a pole with some dowels running though it, approx. 5 ft. Tall or so) and Sailortweedledum now wears a blackened saucepan on her head, handle in back. Red rug pulled all around her chest and mid-section (tied onto her with a pair of shoelaces hiding under the pillows) with a pair of small, blue, round pillows tied together and draped over her shoulders. She has knee-high orange socks on her arms, they reach to about her elbow, but she also wears a pair of thick, woolen socks on her hands. She also wears bright turquoise shin guards, one pair for each leg so her whole shin is protected. She also wears another pair of shin guards; these pairs bright pink, and are worn around her thighs, in the same double-pair fashion as on her shins. She has teacup saucers as knee guards and wears a pair of bright green clown shoes. Now that she has her new ‘Battle uniform’, she twirls Sue’s new form around and taps the air. A tricycle appears, decorated with pink and blue crepe paper! It even has a little bell and fringe coming out from the white plastic handles. Sailortweedledum gets onto her tricycle, holding Sue in a jousting position under her left arm, and pedals forward. When she and Sailortweedledee hit, they fly back about 10 ft and just go at it again and again until they’re tired or it’s dinner time. But after three or four times, they get really excited, Sailortweedledum begins to cycle around and hit everything within reach, whether or not she can see it.
Weapons: Her henshin item, the broken rattle, only amplified: large enough to be as tall as her. She likes to carry it like a parasol and uses it for her “Rattle of Power” attack especially. Sailortweedledum likes to call it Sue, though Bobby Sue Sue Bob Bobbet Sue Ann is its full name.
Part IV: Miscellany
Why you: Well, I’m crazy as hell... but that’s not a very good reason, now is it? Thought not... I have had experience in several RPGs, including A Single Rose (http://www.geocities.com/star_8956), Sky Senshi (http://envy.nu/skysenshi/) and GMing an RPG called Silver Rain (http://www.geocities.com/asteroid937/SilverRainRpg.html). Most stories are up on ASR and Silver Rain, but just for reference, I play (in ASR): Duo, Hikari (created) and Hotaru. In Silver Rain, I play Sailor Moon. In Sky Senshi, I play Sailor Lynx, but none of the stories she’s in have been finished or archived yet. And Hikari’s quite like me, only I have a bit more madness than she does and I speak in less of a childish tone. But for the most part we’re quite alike.
Questions:
Skirt or kilt? Why? “Both, of course! That way there can be two t’s and two k’s and two I’s...”
If I had a hammer.... “I’d break someone’s thumb, or what’s left of mummy’s jewelry...”
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie. A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly. Ask me a riddle, and I reply: But not all birds fly... so that can’t be right...
Part V: The Writing Sample
Barbara Lacie Tvilling was running around the halls of the school as she did sometimes when she was bored, chasing after her poem-reciting sister. She twirled in circles and applauded at its end as she caught up with her sister. “That was one of my favorites!” she commented happily. “You know, maybe we should go back to our rooms now... I’m tired, and I wanna get back to reading my book... It’s so interesting... Wanna hear about it?” she asked, and watched her sister nod in reply. “Well, you see, there are these evil bugs and they’re trying to take over the world by enslaving people’s minds through crawling on their skin. When their little poisoned claw-things touch people’s skin, they subvert to the control of the insects. Cool, right?” She skipped along, her oversized overalls waving in the air she moved more quickly and up and down. Her hair ruffled along happily, her face a sugar-sweet smile as her sister was next to her, skipping in time.
They reached their room, they skipped inside as Barb danced over to her nightstand and gathered up her book. Jumping up and flopping down onto her bed, her arms crossed over her chest, her book held tight as if she were one of the schoolgirls who held their books more precious than anything in the world, Barb’s sugar sweet smile dissolved into a sort of mild tone as she opened the book and let the marker – an old leather one – fall onto her stomach. She looked at the words, her eyes passing quickly over.

“Then the black scarab moved slowly over to Bill as he looked on in horror, trying to move from the beetle, but cornered in. Stepping on it would do no good, it would only spring back up as hundreds more, thousands even. He couldn’t escape from his fate any longer. Bill couldn’t step over it, for there were others following right after the leader.
“You shall come unto us as you were born to! Your people have no chance in this war that we wage against you. You must succumb to our will!” the beetle said, his heavy Arabic accent sometimes hard to pick through. The black beetle’s shell shined with the setting sun’s light.
“You shan’t win me by the time this day is through,” Bill said, the sun seeming to set faster than ever, time was racing my as he felt his own mind falter. Surely there must’ve been someone else out there, their heart aching as his did to find release. He closed his eyes, the brown orbs sheltered from his vision of blackness covering the ground. Not an insect was any other color; they each were horrible, deathly black. Like some sort of a plauge that overran the whole Earth and left it in shambles, only making room for more and more of the hideous black as more and more of the Union of Man fell before it’s great empire.
Bill felt himself well up with a sense of worthlessness, as he was about to collapse unto the ground, succumb to the horrible plague’s will, and let the Insect Nation overthrow Humanity. Let the last of his hope disappear like salt into water, gone from view and only faintly left as a bitter taste in their mouth as they drank it, their own victory.
Bill’s sandy blonde hair ruffled once more as he opened his eyes softly and looked out into the sky, now a faint tinge of purple and red still in the sky as his hope was renewed and the insects touched his shoes, blasted off his being as they touched it, their bodies disintegrated into white light. The leader had been first to go, Arganonfachin his name had been... Bill now knew what the plan was, what they wanted.
All the Insect Nation wanted was what we all strive for: peace in life, a place where they could live with nothing but satisfaction of not having to run for their lives as the Human usurpers took their land, their place. As they were devoured by the creatures who the Humans themselves ate. And no one seemed to care that the Insects could do nothing to save their kind. So they would kill humanity to save themselves.
Just as we all do. To save ourselves.”

Barb closed the book with satisfaction, she was finally done. She smiled and looked at the ceiling, pondering the last words of the book. They were true, too utterly true.

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