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"You have no way to substantiate that claim, Nathan."
Cable raised an eyebrow at Domino. "My gun will guarantee a strike and kill against any non-impervious organic being. No powers needed to hold, fire or succeed."
"So a monkey could do it. Well done. Size is only an issue when you can't aim."
"I can also use it as a club."
Dom rolled her eyes. "You are such a neanderthal. I suppose a bigger 'caliber' is always better to you."
Cable looked down to Dom's chest and back again with a grin.
"C'mere." She crooked her finger and opened her mind up to show Nathan an image of the girl from Springer, with breasts the size of basketballs.
"Bigger? Not always better?"
"Get off at the next stop. The man in the middle is dead. I mean, really Doctor, what is that suppose to mean?"
Bashir sighed. "It's a contextual code. Get off at the next stop, so Ginger means for him to cut himself off as soon as possible fro the exchange."
"Why?"
"Well, that's in the second bit. The man in the middle is dead. The contact has been caught out. Compromised."
"So why not just tell him to stop?" Garak looked thoroughly exasperated.
"Because she doesn't want to say anything that will give him away to his enemies."
"So why not use a real code? Or at least something that could sounds like plausible conversation?"
Bashir stared at Garak, at a loss for words. "This is why I don't like sharing my light reading with you."
"Today is the thirty first of december, a day I hope you all remember.
"Today, the Authority are conceding to world pressure that humanity does not want us. We're taking our leave of you. We quit.
"A lot of you are going to think this is great. We don't care. We've given up on you. Effective immediately, we are withdrawing all support to this Earth.
"No more pollution reducers or nano-tech advances. No more rebuilding or asteroid redirection. No more peace enforced by us. No more protection from other races.
"You took it too far. We've had it with you. You can have your misery, your bigotry, your filth and poverty and anarchy. It's yours again.
"You've no one to blame the state of this world on but yourselves, for it was you who molded it.
"End transmission."
"So you have a problem with women?"
"No. I have a problem with feminism. It's not the same thing."
"Oh, so you just have a problem with the radical notion that women are people too?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth. I have a problem with any vocal minority that thinks it has the right to speak on behalf of a majority which they have decided they best represent."
"But-"
"I also have a problem when the application of 'equality' is simply a reversal of inequality whereby 'equality' is granted by stripping another group of previously held rights and privileges instead of expanding them to encompass the oppressed group. So no, I have no problem with women, but with the application of feminism."
"God, I was just asking."
The difference is far beyond the weave, the feel.
Satin glides. It rustles, slides against your skin. It is cool to touch and hot to wear. It shines, it is obvious for what it is. It is expensive and makes sure everyone cannot miss it.
Silk though, silk is neither warm nor cool to touch, yet wearing it it always feels comfortable. It can be as dull as lead, as bright as gold, it rips under a careless nail and yet, when needed to, can be made stronger than steel.
Silk whispers.
Satin is a statement to the masses.
Silk though
Silk says what is needed only to anyone who really matters.