It didn't matter how attractive Ron Snyder might have found me, or how easily I was able to give him pleasure, because taking him back with me to help increase our numbers on Mars wasn't his wish, and even the most seductive of fantasies wouldn't sway him.

  Earth was too green.  Everything about the planet spoke of a life without struggle, apart from what the Earth men subjected themselves to.  It troubled me that centuries of war had made Mars so barren, and it troubled me further that the planet Earth was most likely what my world might have been had we known better.  Did that mean Mars was the Hell spoken of in tales of fire and suffering by the Terrans; if that was the case, did these circumstances make me a devil to them? 

  It mattered not.  My duty was clear, and their views of me were to be forgotten once I had left them to destroy one another.

Charloft Posted

I make a demand, and this is how I am acknowledged.