The air choked Paris over the smoggy overpass. The days seemed hotter as she fried in the blazing sun. Two decades ago she would never have melted the way she was today, her skin crisping into an over cooked lobster dinner. Then again two decades ago a simple blow job wouldn’t lead to an asthma attack. Working for the city had exposed her to the harsh concrete environments they lived in, mutating her body to accept the tainted blanket of thick air as oxygen. Between the polluted air and an ozone layer with more holes than swiss cheese, it was a miracle she was still alive at all. It was only half a life now. As crops became harder to grow naturally and more easily modified, our bodies had changed along with them, taking our health as payment for our survival in an ever dying world that was continually flooding, sinking, shaking, exploding, melting and burning.

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Note: The following is Aarons fault and it is NOT the Dark Fantasy Porn I create but it does contain the same kind of crude language and references. This pamphlet is satire.