Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire
He named it Planet Harper.
[The Retirement Plan]
A gentle, warm ocean breeze swept across the massive, white-sand terrace of their cliffside estate.
Below, the crystal-clear azure waters stretched out to the horizon, reflecting the light of a perfectly calm, yellow sun. There were no neon lights, no smog, no sounds of plasma artillery. It was absolute paradise.
Jack was currently sitting in a heavily reinforced beach chair down by the water, wearing a hideous floral shirt, a straw hat, and chewing on an unlit cigar while trying to fish. His newly customized Defender mech was parked behind him, currently being used as a giant, fifty-ton umbrella stand.
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