Beware of a petulant man with a vuvuzela

Beware of a petulant man with a vuvuzela

who stalks the streets at twilight. That was the advice passed down to me by my elders, a legend that all knew of, but I had always been a skeptic. I decided to test the validity

of the tale by taking a stroll of my own at twilight. It wasn't 10 minutes into my walk when I saw her duck behind the azaleas. It was her. The legend. It was VulvaVoice.

VulvaVoice, the greatest cyborg singer of all time, had almost lost her life to and explosion that had released gas into her mansion. Someone made her a cyborg, and she became a

terrific singer as a result. The cybernetic vocal chords they implanted were near perfect. No unaugmented person could ever hope to surpass her. That was until she met

nannigans with Oswaldo. Renaldo's natural baritone had a timber that made her resolve melt. She decided then nevver to return to Rio. When Renaldo dropped his masque his deformity

attracted and repelled her equally. Then he handed her a polished cube of walnut wood with a ticket to Rio stapled to it. Trust Renaldo, her damned weakness for timber would undo

everything she'd worked for. She thanked him with a sigh and went to board the plane. Walnut wood. She was giving up her life for this, for

"green" energy aeronautics. There had been a time when their country had been first on the moon. Now, the way things were, they didn't even have a space program.