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By Robert Lynch
Like dandelion fluff, the spaceship floated in the solar wind. One hundred tonnes of stainless steel and solar panels, drifting effortlessly.
And like dandelions, these damn pests ruin a good lawn. Sergeant Fontaine gave the order, and a fusion missile winked the ship out of existence. Third one this month.
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