About damn time. I was about to borrow the Infamous Prod. 
    It's kinda nice to see a Ranma "future" 'fic where either he or Akane 
or someone else HASN't been killed horribly, leaving the suriviors 
broken, tragic cyberpunkish shells. Given the recent invasion of Dark 
Nasty Horrible tragedy pieces, I consider this nothing short of a 
miracle. 
   Mackie's reaction was nicely portrayed, I thought. You might consider 
giving Priss and Nene a larger part, and get their feelings on the 
matter. Toy poodle indeed. *snicker*
   

    The younger of the two was a woman, about 18 years of age, with
haunting sky-blue eyes, smooth, expressive face, and jet-black hair tied
back into a pigtail.  She stood barely five feet in height, her karate gi
a few sizes too large for her small, though muscular frame.  The other one
was an older man, in his fifties, with graying hair tied back into a

Okay. Care to explain how Ranma in his 50's can have an 18 year old 
granddaughter? And if she's named Hibiki....

    Mackie silently stared down at her feet as Ranma led her into the
dojo, her tongue held by the multitude of questions in her mind.  Before
her was someone...like her...a man, cursed into half-womanhood...who had
apparantly lived with it for years. Someone who knew all the pain, hardship,
and problems she was going through, and had apparantly lived a normal life
despite it.

NORMAL LIFE!?! Hoo boy, is he in for a surprise. :-)

-Mike of No Particular Title or Handle

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