The craft flew through space at warp speed, its destination: Mars.
Alien experiments had resulted in an army of cyborgs: robotic bodies with organic brains, each hellbent on the destruction of Earth.
Mankind’s salvation lay in the hands of just one man: Captain Ben, the Space Corp’s finest. But time was running out.
Impatiently, he armed the defensive shields and ordered the crew to fire up the thrusters.
An urgent voice came from below decks.
“Benjy, your bacon and eggs are ready!”
Benjy dropped the paper maché spaceship, swept the robots into the toy box, and ran downstairs for breakfast.
