“Let me tell you a story,” Gramma said,
As the kidbots lay on their podbeds.
“Yes, please!” They shouted in unison,
As she turned on their recharge buttons.
“Eons ago, on a planet light years away,
There lived a wise and beautiful princess.
Stories about her spread across the land.
Many princes arrived seeking her hand.
“What version was she?” A kidbot queried,
“They could have just cloned her easily!”
“Shush!” Said gramma, “Keep listening!”
“This is where the story gets interesting.”
“One day, the princess ventured out alone
And was attacked by bandits unknown.
A brave commoner came to her rescue,
And in doing that, they fell in love too.”
“Why couldn’t she use her light laser?
Was Love a trap the bandits laid for her?
Who saved them when they fell in Love?
Was there a starship?” Piped the kidbots.
“Oh my!” Said gramma shaking her head.
No! All of these never ever happened.”
“Yeah! Yeah!” They all grumbled together,
As they fell slowly into the cryoslumber.
“Yes!” Gramma sighed as she glided out
Looking at the blue moon in the clouds,
And from inside her bank of memories
She remembered her ancestors tearfully.
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