Peter Romanov
Nothing and no one helps slaves in Scotland so when we had to go away for a while to secure the Marshall college materials they got him. Back in Grosvenor when we assessed the damage we turned everything we could off on the spot just to scream and puke. Zombie husband still making very rare high quality sperm, completely unable to defend himself. We knew the value the evil in charge placed on his sperm because of its use in making more slaves. More slaves like him and me. We had to get his animated corpse out of Scotland, preferably off Earth.
We worked hard at making them all think we were much more able to finish him and let him rest than we were. How he ended up out there with our Dad we can't remember, they weren't somewhere they could travel to but could possibly blow it up but the sick value of his DNA and the his sick value of his voics being used to manipulate us and our littles espically would stop them from finishing Peter, they didnt need my Dad, they didn't need him they had his brother as Musk would delight in reminding me. They figured we would not blow up our Dad who had been convinced that he might know better than us and got himself very damaged. As about as much damage as they could do to him without actually physically cutting his brain.
We would talk to him sometimes or rather listen to his programming because it was ordered by the head fasc and so we could figure out what they were using him for and how. It was very almost unsurvivable for us but we have indeed survived it. Eventuly we were in a position to force our father off the ship and he was eventually able to remember and recognise us, we had nothing but anger and verbal abuse for him.
Not long after we were back round at Grahams for essential supplies during a time when he wasn't being complelty controlled by the same systems that made the Wests and Fife and most of the British police and drug dealers, the USA etc... We couldn't look him in the eye and he knew straight away something big, really big was up, espically when we broke down when he asked. We shut down the Scuff bot and were confident that the worst of the survailance temporarily lost audio so we could tell him his son's brain was annihilated in the 90s and that we had recently blown the rest of him up.
He was briefly heartbroken with us but wasn't blaming or hating us. He seemed more devastated that it was that long ago since we had lost our husband and best friend and major source of hope. He kept us going and kept us believing we will get Sonny, his grandson back as it was Peter's stolen sperm and one of our stolen eggs they put together than put the zgyote in that horrible broken soulless feelingless brainless thing. We kept her unconscious, kept her off the drink and drugs and were force feeding her and talking to the baby as much as we could. Pablo was still little himself and we were mostly being held in Skene but moved around if there was word someone who didnt know us and could easily be tricked by something they programmed to say it was us was gonna check on us.
All so fucking awful. After the birth her body must of been the healthiest it has ever been, not for long of course as she set to destroying herself immediately and we had nothing but words of encouragement for her. We had given her choices during the nineties and the eighties and assessed her as able to understand but genocide is seen as a right to Brits and Scots espically, the only right they have and the only right they want.
We got our uncle and the facility where he was being tortured, enslaved and experimented on, shortly before our mother I think.
We begged the Italians to help us stop it all from happening, showed them they could get Sonny back to us and his brother if they couldnt stop it but they are annihilated patriarchal heavily dependent tools who did and do nothing. Think soldiers are still defecting from various European armed forces though and that's not nothing..
But yeah loco ruskies, if there is anything remotely viable left in your entire massive, beautiful, once diverse and culture rich country your sources and your science are highly reliable..
We worked hard at making them all think we were much more able to finish him and let him rest than we were. How he ended up out there with our Dad we can't remember, they weren't somewhere they could travel to but could possibly blow it up but the sick value of his DNA and the his sick value of his voics being used to manipulate us and our littles espically would stop them from finishing Peter, they didnt need my Dad, they didn't need him they had his brother as Musk would delight in reminding me. They figured we would not blow up our Dad who had been convinced that he might know better than us and got himself very damaged. As about as much damage as they could do to him without actually physically cutting his brain.
We would talk to him sometimes or rather listen to his programming because it was ordered by the head fasc and so we could figure out what they were using him for and how. It was very almost unsurvivable for us but we have indeed survived it. Eventuly we were in a position to force our father off the ship and he was eventually able to remember and recognise us, we had nothing but anger and verbal abuse for him.
Not long after we were back round at Grahams for essential supplies during a time when he wasn't being complelty controlled by the same systems that made the Wests and Fife and most of the British police and drug dealers, the USA etc... We couldn't look him in the eye and he knew straight away something big, really big was up, espically when we broke down when he asked. We shut down the Scuff bot and were confident that the worst of the survailance temporarily lost audio so we could tell him his son's brain was annihilated in the 90s and that we had recently blown the rest of him up.
He was briefly heartbroken with us but wasn't blaming or hating us. He seemed more devastated that it was that long ago since we had lost our husband and best friend and major source of hope. He kept us going and kept us believing we will get Sonny, his grandson back as it was Peter's stolen sperm and one of our stolen eggs they put together than put the zgyote in that horrible broken soulless feelingless brainless thing. We kept her unconscious, kept her off the drink and drugs and were force feeding her and talking to the baby as much as we could. Pablo was still little himself and we were mostly being held in Skene but moved around if there was word someone who didnt know us and could easily be tricked by something they programmed to say it was us was gonna check on us.
All so fucking awful. After the birth her body must of been the healthiest it has ever been, not for long of course as she set to destroying herself immediately and we had nothing but words of encouragement for her. We had given her choices during the nineties and the eighties and assessed her as able to understand but genocide is seen as a right to Brits and Scots espically, the only right they have and the only right they want.
We got our uncle and the facility where he was being tortured, enslaved and experimented on, shortly before our mother I think.
We begged the Italians to help us stop it all from happening, showed them they could get Sonny back to us and his brother if they couldnt stop it but they are annihilated patriarchal heavily dependent tools who did and do nothing. Think soldiers are still defecting from various European armed forces though and that's not nothing..
But yeah loco ruskies, if there is anything remotely viable left in your entire massive, beautiful, once diverse and culture rich country your sources and your science are highly reliable..
