Mavis never knew a yard sale she didn't like.

Mavis never knew a yard sale she didn't like.

She bought "antiques" and, at night, dreamed about those blond twins on Antiques Roadshow. She'd be naked and they'd talk about

Von Neumann architecture. Which didn't interest her at all, so she let out a sigh and rolled over, only to find

that man, who stared her right in the face with cold lifeless eyes. She let out a silent scream and

quietly reached into her purse. She grabbed a hold of her switchblade, yanking it from her purse and slashing with it. Except.. she'd grabbed Mentos, and they didn't seem to have..

much of a cutting edge to them. But they did have something else, didn't they? Thinking quickly, she pulled out the half-drank diet too, added the mentos, shook, and prayed.

The explosion was felt on the other side of the globe. With her final act, she sacrificed herself to save everything she knew.

How to get that information to mankind - that was the problem. He took out backup battery out of his life support unit, and put it into robot. "Flo, read last order." "DST=HOME"

The robot's eyes fluttered open with a cyan light, it booted up as his air supply quickly faded away. As the last breath of life escaped him, the robot responded "DOES NOT COMPUTE"