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We XTRONS get bored very easily, especially while traveling through space at the speed of light. Sometimes I''ll turn flips or try to balance something on my nose. Sometimes I'll stare endlessly at Fred, my pet perk-snab. When he turns to look at me I'll turn away. This drives him nuts. |
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The Satellite Charity Brigades are made up of a species called "Sputniks". They steal satellites across the universe and give them to less fortunate planetary systems. As a matter of fact, they gave one to Earth several years ago. They are great allies of XTRONS and sometimes provide travel for us as we hide from the Philadelphians. Interestingly, they lie constantly. They lie even when they know you know they are lying. They believe it is a sign of great strength to "get one over ". Yet, they expect others to be 100% honest with them. If not, they fall into a deep depression and question their own existance for days. |
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Fred, my pet perk-snab, and I were discussing the common traits XTRONS and humans have in brain structures. We talked of the similiar mental struggles both endure. I told of the time my friend, a XTRON cadet in competiton with me years ago, strayed above the jaze-gamon and accidently unplugged himself. He was severely dismembered. I was amazed at how happy I was to win the contest at the expense of my friends life. I felt guilty. Fred said that was very "human" of me as he deflated and shutdown for the night. |
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