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.

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

Renaldo, a man with a voice unrivaled by even the mechanical and augmented peoples of his age. The moment their eyes met during a concert in Venice, she knew he was better than she

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.