3-011 Lets make a Deal

The sun had set hours ago as U1trwoman circled above the old Dock District of Angels Falls, until she spotted a familiar Red Lamborghini. She then descended on the Valhalla Plastics Manufacturing plant.

In side Astrid sits at the control panel, as she makes some adjustments. She then hears a sharp nose of metal being sharpened and bent. Then silence. She slowly turns to witness a lump of red metal crash through the prefabricated wall and come to rest on the floor before her. She recognizes it as Jeffrey’s Lamborghini as she thinks to herself, “There goes my ride home”. Before she could react she then hears a large thump, as the wall once again burst open, revealing U1trawoman who majestically floats into the facility, and then lands before Astrid. The look on her face is somewhat anger, if not pure hatred, yet Astrid sat with a pleasant smile, as U1trawoman takes a look behind the Control panel, at the Banks of Cloning tanks.

I take it you are the Doll Maker, asks U1trawoman?

Yes, I am.

Why should you want to help me with my clandestine revolution?

Just like you, I have no love for the humans, well…maybe one. But I myself, an imperfect clone of an imperfect being, it’s only a matter of time before even you will conquer this race.

Why didn’t you leave Angel Falls when you had a chance?

Because like you I have plans, plans that will be set forth no matter what.

And how do I fit into these plans, assuming they don’t interfere with mine?

We have so much In common. You’re superior strengths, and abilities, and my mind, and creations. Imagine looking upon a world where you see a police force of yourself patrolling your…U1tropolis.

U1trawoman ponders the thought, as she ask, I thought you clone rebelled against you.

Yes they did, but I have since then corrected that issue.

And all this is mine?

But of course, you have all that I can do.

Ultrawoman smirks, Then you are mine as well. Your very existence belongs to me.

Astrid raises her left eyebrow, as she ponders that statement before saying, Excuse me?

I have an appetite that needs to be fed, and as you said you are a clone of an imperfect species. I have no need for you unless you submit yourself to me.

Seeing no way to back out of this, Astrid stands and kneels before Ultrawoman, She reaches iout to Astrid, who kisses her gloved hand.

I am your slave to do your bidding, says Astrid, as Ultrawoman smiles. I just have one request.

Ultrawoman’s sunny disposition ended as her face grew cold, as she gazed at Astrid, who looked up to her with her exotically enticing brown eyes. U1trawoman seemed mesmerized by her gaze could only reply, what is your request slave?

One would dare stand in the way of achieving perfection, and I don’t have the tools to defeat them.

Who dares stand in my way?

The one they call Cynthis. I don’t have the power to defeat her, but perhaps you could…

I don not the bidding for slaves, but… I will provide you what you need. Ultra woman walks over to the Control panel, and looks at the screen, and board, as Astrid stands and joins her. Tell me slave, what is your name?

Astrid mistress, she replies with no hesitation.

Astrid, where do I provide you with DNA.

Astrid reaches for a Petri dish, and cotton swab, as Ultrawoman looks in somewhat confusion. She then takes the Petri dish, and spits in it, and hands it back to Astrid. Astrid blinks as she wonders what mess she got herself into.

You should be able to make clones with that, I will return in a few days to see you results, and we can start our conquest over these humans.

Astrid bows as Ultrawoman heads for the exit, and kicks the balled up Lamborghini out of the control room. She then starts to repair the damage to the wall, and as she completes it flies off. Astrid walks to the window, and sees the Car still balled up like a lump. She reaches for her phone, and punches in a number.

Hello, I’m going to need a flatbed Tow Truck.


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