S4 Episode 3: "Save Our Ship"

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In this episode, the Venusian Goddess MiiMii returns to her lovely listeners with a message while she is marooned on Planet Mars.

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Save Our Ship

Quell: [said in a way that reflects that time is of the essence] Goddess MiiMii, You have twenty minutes of recording time. We are recording. 

Goddess MiiMii: Dear Lovers, by the time that this message finally reaches Planet Earth, you most likely already heard that we are safe, but much has unfolded since marooning on this red and brown Planet of Mars. I have missed you greatly while I have been on a mission here. I unfortunately cannot disclose the details of this part of my mission just yet.  As you might remember from my last transmission, danger hides in plain sight here on Mars. I am so grateful that we have gotten power to our beloved Mo☥hership with the help of Commander LaGuardia and some Guardian Angels I have met here on mission, but the fight to survive while on mission hasn’t been as simple as we had anticipated.

So, if this transmission cuts out, I promise I’ll be back, but if you want to help me get enough power to Mo☥hership, so I can continue with my mission to Planet Earth, you can support my mission through my website LINGUISTOFLOVE.COM, where you can support me directly or by donating and advocating for causes that are close to my heart’s mission. As I mentioned, there is a lot of conflict here on Planet Mars. As this rebellion moves on, I know a Civil War awaits us in the wings. –A few months away…if we are lucky. 

If this is your first episode of the Erotic Renaissance, Welcome! Please excuse my lack of introduction, but time is of the essence, and I am a Goddess of many names. So please, call me MiiMii, for I am really just the reflection of you. If you haven’t listened to my previous episodes, you might want to start there, but truly do what your heart most desires. However, you might want to know at least how I ended up Marooned on this Planet of Mars, which you can explore in our previous episode [see Season 4, Episode 2]. And for those that have been traveling alongside me all this time, please, allow me to seduce you.

While I would love to tell you about how I teased the truth out of Commander La Guardia with the  Truth Extractor from Discreet Guru [LINGUISTOFLOVE | Discount Code] , you’ll have to satisfy your curiosity through the video captured of the interrogation, available through my OnlyFans for now. But unfortunately, with the current civilian unrest, there is a story that is even more important to share today. If Quell and I have our calculations correct, you should be receiving this story around an important and historic event. I’m sorry I have to withhold so many details, but [white noise] time travel [white noise] truly is … [white noise] such a … [white noise] temporally [white noise] fragile [white noise] element. 

Quell:  Fifteen minutes of recording time left.

Goddess MiiMii: As you already know, or should have heard by now, your planet is in danger, Loves. Your very lives are at risk. The first sign you will see is the extinction of youth, followed by your freedoms. We have seen this already in our seemingly short time on Mars. The youth labor so hard here, and the Yin-Marsians have no rights over their bodies, as my People have on Planet Venus. Their own bodies are the battlefields of a war we can’t see in the dusty winds here. I have temporarily taken refuge in a local House of Worship. 

Today’s episode [white noise] must remain cryptic for this message to make it to you, my Lovely Listener. If you would like to tune into my energy, you can light a candle nearby and join me in breathing in and out to unite us during this uncertain [white noise] transit [white noise] of time [white noise]. 

Breathe in [breathe in] and out [breathe out]. Breathe in [breathe in], hold it, and release it [breathe out]. This final one, allow it to be the biggest breath you have taken all day. Breath in [breathe in], hold it at the top of your lungs, and take a final sip of air as if through a straw. [take a sip of air]. Hold it until you sense when it is time to release this breath. I will know when to release this breath. [release breath]

REM5

As the world once began, therein lived two children, each with their own unique gifts. One child carried great strength and a warrior’s heart. The other child could love with a seemingly endless reserve and carried a warm and nurturing heart. 

The warrior-hearted child played and practiced their great strength in games of skill and risk; the nurturing-hearted child played and practiced love in games of community and home. As the children played, one could not comprehend the others’ games and preferred to play with those of similar interests.

The warriors warred together while the Lovers loved together, both blissfully unaware of why kicking with great fervor could be fun or why holding and caring for the vulnerable could be an enjoyable way to pass time. So, in their separate playgrounds, they played.

However, as the time passed, the children faced many challenges. The warriors began to fight over land instead of the balls and play-things that littered the field. The lovers struggled to care for themselves as there were sick and wounded warriors that formed a never-ending line in need of care.

The warriors formed armies that wrestled over lines in sand, profit margins, metals and oils, and temporary perceptions. The warriors killed over bitterness and revenge, which is why blood tastes so bittersweetly of manufactured iron. “We must protect!” They screamed in iron-clad battle cries.

History books of dead stories. Never spoken, never recorded.

[sighs] And what of our Lovers? Ah, the ones that remain are few or in hiding. They formed the covens that healed and held the Warriors, despite the bittersweet iron breath they released during healing. Many Lovers perished in the unintended wars, as victims caught in unthoughtful crosshairs. Many cried in final breaths over being a lonely lover, and many hide from view out of fearing the unintentional pain. “I love you,” they whispered in corners of the world.

History books of one sided screaming. Always loud, always recording.

A civil war will sweep the many lands of the single country of us, yet there remains hope, as hope always floats, even in the eye of war’s storm. There will be born, a child of the world who listens to both the Warrior and the Lover and who will speak in ways that understand the naivete in trusting Yahweh, the deity we all have known in our separating tongues. A tower holds her repose in soft responses to the souls of his protected pale blue dot. A light of protection in shadows of curiosity, the Warriors shall learn to protect the Lovers, and Lovers shall learn to conquer.

Move in trust, even in the holding of darkness. 

AHSUULS ONA–PROYAHWEHSHUUN

*MARZO * VENUZ * ERTA * SUULARRA * ET NEPTUONIQ *

Quell: Two minutes of recording time left.

Goddess MiiMii:
It has been my pleasure to arouse you this evening. 

I am MiiMii De la Torre, your Linguist of Love. 

Thank you for allowing me to seduce you.

Until our future’s kissing,

Dream Sweetly 

& 

Do Swiftly.

Quell: End of Transmission. Save Our Ship at LINGUISTOFLOVE.COM, Mars Encampment, Marooned at Candy Shop 4000 KMR | Mars Proper, Sector 92, Station 111.