Nicole sat at the counter in the kitchen of the quarters provided by the as yet unnamed Academy of the King's Fllet. She was looking at a picture of her Aunt Anne Branson. Anne was an unaltered Branson and at about age fifty, she had grown quite broad. It did not stop her from a fine relationship with Commodore Anthony Viceroy until her untimely death in the colonies.
"God, that is how you would look fat. Gross!", Dessa looked at Nicole.
"That is a bit shallow, don't you think, especially from someone who looks like a skunk.", Nicole snapped, very offended at the comment.
"Shallow. God, Niicole. You named the shopping mall on the Omega and Phoenix Colonies after yourself. Your beauty surgery is peak of shallow. Thousand of women around the universe crave the humanoid standard of beauty because of you.". Dessa showed an ugly dark side.
"I think you should go.", Nicole snapped.
"There is that shallowness right there.", Aphrodite snapped back.
Nicole have sobbed as the young lady left. She thought about Betsy and the quest to be more humanoid. Betsy died in the quest for beauty. The quest began nearly three centuries earlier and still scares the first world races in 2394.
"There will be another.", Brenna assured her mother.
"But at what cost?", Nicole wiped her cheeks.
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Nicole Branson
Chancellor
King's Fleet Academy
Providing the Future of the King's Fleet
