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Conceiving Hope

It was the future and the world had ended. Machines turned on their creators and watched mankind perish by the fire of the very weapons it had built for its own protection. The doctor knew that he had to interfere. Humanity needed a leader; a fighter and strategist who could co-ordinate an offensive and replace the total despair with a glimmer of hope. But such a leader had never been born.

The doctor knew what needed to be done. Let's get to it, he thought, putting himself in his most charming mood. "Sarah Connor?" he asked as the front door opened.

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The Postman ends with the smile of a child.

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The doctor was having second thoughts. Would his seduction of Ms. Braun really depress Hitler enough to lessen the dictator's hunger for world domination? Would it really prevent the second great war?

It was a long shot. But he couldn't forget the world depended on him. The least he could do was to try, damn it.

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The Fifth Noon

Gro'k usually wasn't one to hold a grudge longer than it took to kill a man, but Elijana, mother of Thordil and revered bride of Thordal, bothered him even as the life of her progeny was long since extinguished. While his stomach hummed the tunes of indigestion, he thought that he perhaps should have cooked her longer.

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The children cheered as old Mr. James played another tune on his accordion. Little did they know of the wicked plans brewing underneath his kind façade. He had already emptied a bottle of glue in the kindergarten's only box of Lego without getting noticed -- now all he needed to figure out was how to frame Jenny Johanson for the crime.