Oria

          She was perfect. Designed to survive. The wars had made the
      land harsh. Oria could live on insects or any vegitation. She was
      completely self-sufficient; except for a mate. She needed to find
      a suitable mate. Then she would be the mother of a new race.
          There was little animal life left. The ultraviolet radiation had
      blinded everything that walk or crawled or flew. Oria was protected
      from the most severe solar flares. Her choices were mammals
      or fish. She could adapt to any sperm. The offspring would be a
      hybrid.
          "What form shall I produce in this loveless world?" her words
      echoed in her floating pods. She yearned for a sweet embrace.
      The heavy burden of her race was hers alone. She took what she
      needed from other species that she kept cocooned in her pod. One
      nest was launched over the sea another over a jungle.
          Oria worried for her hundreds of children as she unraveled a
      human male with her eight legs. "My virgin heart does not delight
      in this human flesh." she took what was needed. The man's
      children were born with eight arms and ten eyes. She let them
      loose in the mountains, since their aptites were so ferocious.
      Oria feared they would destroy what little life was left in the waiste
      lands. "My instincts tell me that this race of man will come to no
      good." she fretted and rolled a new cocoon.


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