It was Dusk and the Red loom hung thick and heavy over the lurid landscape. There had been a toxic dump from Vega earlier that day and the air panged of cheap christmass tinsel. Lolita Psydshow walked in from the washing line carrying her un hatched baby egg. She placed the smooth green capsule of a child on padded ledge by the window. She was so gental with it. She stroked its flawless pulsating green surface and softly sang a lullaby......