The Side Effect

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"I can't believe I am sitting in space jail with you of all people!" I yelled at my stepmother. 

She couldn't, wouldn't, believe I didn't like to dance so she took me to class in the horsehead nebula. On our way there she made an illegal U-turn in the cosmos and now we are here because she back-talked the police officer. At least I didn't have to go dancing class anymore. Then a space officer walks over to our cell and taps a button on my holographic projection handcuffs. I smile up at him and walk out of the cell with ease. 

"Thank you," I say to the officer.

"A young lady like you has no reason to be put in jail because of her mother's wrongdoings," He says, "Follow me and we can get you a space Taxi back to your home planet, what is your home planet miss?"

"Kepler 62," I say.

"Hey I live on that planet too, but I was thinking about moving to mars because the gas prices on that planet are out of the world!" He says and we both laugh. 

"But doesn't mars have mostly artificial land and you have to modify your genetic code to go there?" I ask him.

"Yep, but living there is way cheaper then Kepler 62, and plus won't it be cool to be able to breathe like twenty different kinds of air and withstand all different kinds of weather," He says cooly.

"Not really, did you hear what  the side effects are?" I say. 

"What are they?" He asks me.

"Smallpox or the black plague, fever or a runny nose, and don't  even get me started with the heath risks," I say back to him.

He has no idea that my age is over nine hundred because I am a side effect. I became immortal as a young woman because that's when my parents decided to take us to Mars for a family vacation. It didn't end up well.

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