Prologue: MSTs of The Nuclear Foundation by Takana (CopperCreekLodge@att.net) Whether this account is purely fictional, or is a record of actual events in this or another universe, is left to the discretion of the reader. If fictional, all copyrighted elements are the property of their respective owners. This Disclaimer is retroactively and proactively applied to all episodes of this MST series. ******************************************************************************** Zetsura slowly opened his eyes. The room was still dark, but the familiar chair in which he sat, combined with the whiff of lemon-freshness that always seemed to fill this room, triggered his memory. *I must have fallen asleep during that last lemon* he thought. *They've been so predictable, recently.* Zetsura called for the lights and the dim theater sconces illuminated the room. The memorecorder hovered nearby, patiently storing his thoughts and actions while the fanfics were shown. It flew back to its docking cradle when he stood up and exited through the large double doors. *I've read all of the MSTs by other reviewers and the associated lemons from the TMFFA. But everything's been adequately dealt with. Most of these lemons are harmless.* Zetsura walked for a few minutes down the long hallway. This spaceship, the 'TNF Nuclear One', was the flagship for The Nuclear Foundation. Its normal mission was to deal with anomalies in the multiverse, but lately, such occurrences seem few and far between. Constructed in a universe rather distant from our own, this ship is not a typical design of metal or plastic or wood. In fact, its revolutionary design was based on a met~[Deleted material has been classified as sensitive technical data and was removed for security purposes by the TNF_documentkeyserver.] He reached the main bridge, and walked over to the viewscreen that displayed the blue-green-white Earth from orbit. *I know!* "DASI?" "Yes?" replied the Dedicated Artificial Spaceship Intelligence (Version 5). "We'll not be viewing any more fanfics today. I want you to set up an ongoing search of the TMFFA for lemons that are worse than those previously viewed." "Worse than 'Tenchi on a Plate of Sashimi'?" queried the computerized AI voice of the Nuclear One. "Yes - that level of putrid trash can be contained by the other MST crews. Only start the emergency MST protocol if a severely-warped fanfic is uploaded. The sort of lemon that can destroy the very fabric of reality." "Understood." "By the way, it is now noon in Okayama. All indications point to a normal summer day." Zetsura wandered off the bridge to search for some lunch and a relaxing hot shower. ...To Be Continued...