Existence Womb (46)

   
   "Existence Womb (46)"
    
   Miriam gleefully glided in Vermont-like snowshoes till untied inside, the sporty antiquity of Air-Eskimo.  She engaged in eager embrace of both Dad and Buck, making darn sure to give Buck's clean and lean arms an extra passion:  "I dig you baby--this is why I'm squeezing."
    
BUCK
You're the best Miriam.  Your Dad and me--we're going to protect you--praecaveo.
   
MIRIAM
You're so weird, silly, with that Latin and all.
   
LUKE
With regret in his physician's orbs.  Miriam, I must, with surgical compulsion, extract the implant behind your ear.  It might terrify and be traumatic, a bit of magnetic-like hatred of separated forces, as many-a-Gnostic cried when cutting carrots that they knew shrieked in veggie speech, or something; regardless, it must be done to protect and shield you from technological monitoring or even the possibility of terrorist TURN ON.
   
MIRIAM
Why so spooky guys?  Do this to me--now!!!