The Barren Wilderness I swooped down on it at that moment, my weight knocked it down without issues, I clasped my arms around it and initiated the Vague Factor's Protocol. I had a location in mind, and there was where I found myself, in the twinkling of an eye, the Yeti with me. As I had projected, the Timeline re-router inter-phase tele-transported the Yeti and I to the chilly, barren wilderness of the Arctic right within the 66o 33' 39' N, at the very top of the globe. The Arctic winter was, right then, in full swing and grey shadows lurks behind whitewashed backgrounds. In spite of the low visibility, I was shocked at what I saw. This Arctic was totally beyond my expectation. It was not the Arctic I know; not the great white wilderness where we once underwent a special endurance trek as cadets of the elite platoon of the Biafran Army. Not this Arctic much depleted by the ravages of the Greenhouse scourge at its peak. The ice had gone down considerably, and whence once monstrous icebergs where now smudges of ice blocks wobbling on the mighty waters of the Arctic Ocean. Anyway, the ecological degradation of the Arctic, and the world in general, was not the aim of my presence there. I was in the middle of a life or death tug-of-war and, at that, for me to notice the change then it must be mindboggling. We popped up on an ice island - an ice floe. Nearby, about nine feet away, a stranded seal bull lolled on a smaller ice floe. The animal looked at us without interest. I can swear to it that the seal was angry at us, and in extension, the entire human race, for this sin against Mother Nature. The entire events leading to our emergence on the Arctic obviously disconcerted the Yeti and completely knocked it out. Acting fast, my first impulse was to effectively secure the Yeti and thereafter disabled it. So, in that wise, I proceeded to conjure out a staple gun. With the gun as a stapler I shot series of bent titanium wire over the Yeti's arms, legs, thighs and all over. The Future is here
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