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August 23, 2007

Jim: The Cholesteroid

“You must diet and exercise, Monsieur D’Aubigne,” his doctors had said. “If you get too large then your heart will give out.”

Gérard D’Aubigne did not care for this advice. His one love was food; and his vast inheritance permitted him to enjoy only the best culinary experiences. But he knew time was running out.

A special mesh-lined bed on the Belt Liner absorbed most of the gravitational and acceleration forces. His final destination was the hollow, zero-G core of (157) Dejanira.

Supply ships arrive monthly and there, in a rock of his own design, Gérard D’Aubigne eats.

And grows.

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Comments

COOL!

Posted by: Stacy at August 23, 2007 4:10 PM · Permalink