“Rise in adulthood aggression and medieval pre-twenty-third century Earthen ideals.”
“Thought we coded them out?”
My research partner and I watched the latest group of toddlers through the window.
A parent entered, giving their child a new battalion spacecraft toy in place of its baby doll.
“You’ll be stronger than the last,” the parent said, leaving the room, “I’ll make sure your toys won’t hold you back.”
I looked at my research partner.
“It’s not really that black and white, is it?”
“We’re innately drawn to gentle things, until-”
Parent and child passed us in the hall.
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