It had been the dullest morning for Cheyenne. She sat in her hover chair, basking brilliantly underneath the artificial sun. Darkened contact lenses kept the light from damaging her retinas, while the solar radiation gently pebbled her naked skin. She brushed her long blonde hair from her eyes as a thin layer of glistening sweat developed across her stomach, just above the spider-silk shorts covering her midsection.Generations ago, during the Flesh Revolution, all self-consciousness about the human anatomy was destroyed in a fury of civil unrest. Now, it remained simply another difference between the Martian Federation and the Terran Homeworld. Differences that were ever-driving the two factions of humanity into an interplanetary war.


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