Angela opened her eyes to a land of beauty and wonder. The troubles and worries of her own world, her old life, fell away in the light of the dazzling fantastic landscape. The flowers sang. Small fairies danced in the air. Angela drew in a deep breath. It smelled like . . .
. . . like . . .
. . . motor oil?
“SUBJECT ANGELA!” said a hollow metallic voice. “WELCOME TO A WORLD OF IMAGINATION AND WONDER!”
Angela turned to see a huge robotic unicorn with flaming red eyes looming over her.
“I AM UNICR0N! DON MY COLD METALLIC BACK AND WE WILL FIND ADVENTURE!”
Angela screamed.
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I like unicorns better now. They always seemed a bit wussy to me– unmanned by a virgin, etc. BORING. Not so UNICRON.