One "Carey Whitley" recently sent me an e-mail entitled "Everything can be changed in some time with Generik Viagra." I wasn't interested in her cryptic offer, but the text added to the end of the message to fool the spam filter (and I guess it worked) was extremely fascinating:
Her funding came from VenKee Enterprises, she owned her slave workers, and Tuk Keedair's security force had been drawn from outside of Poritrin. No one had any reason to pay attention to her work here in her lab, far from prying eyes. Spiny robots strode through tilled lands alongside the river channel, accompanied by crunching, heavy-assault vehicles on tractor treads. Dressed as local farmers instead of in their uniforms, Ginaz mercenaries harried the robots, provoking them into launching explosive projectiles and then quickly taking shelter. The robot army never deviated from its objective and pressed on toward vulnerable Darits.
Carey, forget the spam, you should be writing for "Stargate: SG-1!"
Edited to add: Turns out it's from "Dune." Luckily, it's from one of those really crappy ones written by Frank Herbert's son, so I don't feel too badly for not recognizing it...

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