An old, two-headed woman is talking in front of us. Both heads have an eye, a nose, and a mouth. And if you have thought that she is talking to us, sitting in purpose to listen to her, then you are 55% wrong because she is talking to herself. The heads can be both silent or both laughing, and when one head asks questions, the other head answers after a short pause. Nevertheless, this scenario is ordinary. I, on the other corner of the room, wish that I was an eejit programmed to listen to her. But I am not.
I am lazily sitting with my head leaning on my left hand that gained its support from my de Leon on top of our white drafting table. I am still wondering why I have to suffer again. I have already encountered her twice before, and I can tell that nothing has changed from her appearance or from the way she talks. It is really surprising that we met again in this planet named CM5. Our previous battles were deadly but I must survive from her challenges once more. I hope. I pray.
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