This story* is not a conventional adventure story --- where the hero and heroine are always handsome and physically fit.
Fit is important, because doing the right thing always seems to be both physically and emotionally arduous.
But in this story, the villains are villains precisely because they think of themselves as handsome and physically fit.
And based on that slender intellectual reed, they then go on to act like they regard anyone who isn't handsome and fit as having no right to be treated as a full member of the human family.
So our heroes and heroines this time out are not conventionally handsome or physically fit - far far far from it , in spades .
Rather they are pushed to become our reluctant heroes and heroines precisely because they have a lifetime of experience being seen 'weak' and 'damaged' or 'defective' and can feel deep inside just how damaging the labelling of half of humanity as defective could be.
The bad people in this story advocated and practise Plenticide but didn't see it as any sort of "cide' or murder.
They were merely weeding out and tidying up the very messy natural garden that the last owner of on planet earth ( God) had left behind.
Where in our current post-modern era we seek out variety and regret the loss of biological variety in the disappearing rain forest , this earlier era sought to reduce all the excess variety as clutter - for example , ultimately seeking to replace all natural food with a few synthetic pills !
When The Seven chose to Act Up way back then, they began the shift from that era of errors to our present day...
* : World War Two
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