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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required CHEPH111ChapterFour : CHEPH111ChapterFour : HTTPH hypertexttransferprotocolhyperdrive Stokker threw the damper switch and got out of his hot suit in recorded time. The hypertexttransfer was completed. The water began to reach the hull where it would expand to circulate in the UTUBE to cool the hull and from time to time shower the MIST girl. The stokker also for he was now reformed would shower and fill his larder with the life giving stuff. We believed in groking water. The “Amaryllis Two” would soon be fueled and ready for the transfer point. The stokker looked up so thoughtful. He spoke. Very unusual for him to bother to speak to me the CHARLAX android one. When it is time to toss the damper for the hydrogen fuel transfer please attend me. Eye had to smile at his seeming formality while in the reality of the carbonated mind of this android was no smile forming. WHY.? The question paused the stokker. The ship will attend to that. He smiled a knoeing smile eye was just trying to see iff any part of yew was still a human. Of course not eye paused now. Eye will come get yew for the transfer of the fuel. Even stokker seemed surprised. OKAY he sighed and went into his cabin. Hypertexttransferprotocolhyperdrive had been invented by Charles Beau ford Only four years ago about the same day that MARYLIN MIST had lost her first ship and yes that story will also soon be told so please kind reader stay tuned to this same channel to consume the poem of the poet the kind and gentle CHARLAX one. And it will seem so fun.
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