THE WEAVE:
Vesta returns
to the stand…
"Vesta," Destiny begins, the cross-examination, "Could you please decode this note for me?" "Excuse me," Saturn butts in, "But we're Here to judge Vesta, not absorb her expertise, Destiny." Vesta waits, "Are you going to pound your little gavel, then?" "No," Saturn concedes, "Go ahead." Vesta gazes at the 0's and 1's, on the page... "Novel. Novel. American Novel. Lazy Writer. Write a Novel. Get your act together. Stop eating people. Novel. Novel. You cheap gossip whore," V finishes as she reads the code, behind the messages, from Destiny's Prince, "It would appear the Prince would like you to write a Novel. Maybe even the next Great American Novel, Destiny." "But V, you are already doing that," Saturn judges. "I know," V shrugs, looking Destiny in the eye, "But maybe your Prince does not."
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