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We have higher standards than that, or so we thought. But Mars was close; our spare tire flat. Strong arms we’re bound to DO NO HARM but remove your ability to resist our charms. They won’t push us over the edge. We’re planted firm. The perfect match of host and germ. The red god was once tame with high clouds and light rain but his weak gravity let them escape. And since has gone insane, his thirst drives his war aims. Influence the neighbors to do the same.