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first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The

camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now

reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he

liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off

Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too

much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the

question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now

in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the

neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had

spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he

said into his transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established. No sign

of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle

beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo

bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and

across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one

last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever

had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless

hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law

Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper

one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared

out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed

unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to

distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things

around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she

pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands

of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of

its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the

Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left

Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were

determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage

of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying

enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them,

they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile

entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile

submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the

inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and

85 million other Americans. The President slammed his