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“Chloe!” PT9 tried to hug her, but was rejected.
“Ew,” she sputtered. “Just because we share genes doesn’t mean shit.”
PT9 slumped over and frowned as she stormed away. He remembered the many days he tried to visit his children, but Glabe always chased him away. PT9 had hoped for a reconciliation before he were to pass away, but the likelihood was getting smaller and smaller.
(AN: Why is General Buzz always online? Does he not have better things to do?)
9:43pm
KingCamouflage: Hello.
SpaceMomma: i’m not going to sell out my POLL TECH family BUZZ i love them
KingCamouflage: that’s not
KingCamouflage: sorry
9:59pm
KingCamouflage: How is life?
SpaceMomma: Fantastic! It’s almost like we’re fine JUST THE WAY WE ARE.
KingCamouflage: That is good.
SpaceMomma: I am the happiest wife and mother on the block.
SpaceMomma: wait what
KingCamouflage: Ah. Lyla was not.
KingCamouflage has gone offline.
SpaceMomma: well
SpaceMomma: i mean
SpaceMomma: i guess not
SpaceMomma: buzz?
(AN: I was curious to see whether there would be yelling on the phone, but then I noticed PT9 does not think of Buzz as an enemy???????????)
“A good marriage?”
PT9 was floored he was getting a call from the biggest threat to his family. A year after staying in Strangetown, PT9 contacted his homeworld for 24/7 surveillance. In return, he had to regularly give them information on mating and genetics, and one day, infiltrate an earthen government. But the bargain was good—if Buzz ever tried to pull something, him, his house, and his whole family would be vaporized without a trace. PT9 hadn’t approved of all the terms, but he needed protection more than he needed ideals.
Buzz had initially asked about PT9’s recent entry into the military, but when PT9 seemed curt, he switched to asking about PT9's marriage.
“You have to listen to your wife and take her communication seriously,” PT9 explained. “Don’t dismiss her. And, do for her what she wants—not what you think she should want.”
Several seconds of silence passed before Buzz said, “Thanks. And sorry,” followed by hanging up.
Jenny was freezing her ass off. Snow in the desert always came suddenly and randomly. Nonetheless, it was her desire to have a swimming themed birthday. Whereas the guests immediately spun back into their outerwear, she stayed in her bikini.
Jenny blew out her candles. She was thrilled to be surrounded with love, but it couldn’t cancel out her sadness. She had claimed beforehand that she was going to ask to avoid becoming a plantsim during tree spraying season, but she wouldn't even mind if that was the case. Please, let my sweetheart see our new child into adulthood, she pleaded.
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