Speaker 1: As far as intimate items went in space, the matter
atom was the ultimate tool. It looked like a heavy
metal pin with a nib that could produce liquid atoms,
hardening as you drew, so they went from invisible to
damp and limp to firm, weighty, visible, and very real.
The substance could be formed into a receptacle or penetrator,
hence the device's popularity among crowded orbiter crafts. It wasn't
exactly like a sex toy advertised on the digital billboards,
drifting through space as a state of the art leak
patching solution if anything. More often than not, the typical
use was the draw menstrul cups. The things drawn expired
into purple goo after auron's or washes or never, depending
on the setting, the goo evaporating into purple mist within avins.
A handy function for keeping clutter down aboard are already
buckling craft. Pool had connections with a manufacturing distributor so
on from Uranus University that kept us fully stocked up
on compact sacks. The handy high tech vacuum ceiling bags
for emergency wastecoat during severe meteor storms when no one
could exit their sleep module and stumble to the shoot room.
As for contraception, the colonies had ensured every griever was
on their own. Terek's Law prohibited federal funding of distribution
or education efforts regarding pervasive items. Insertion of such items
by a doctor would result in the imprisonment of patient
and professional sterilization. Surgery required an invasive physical and mental
evaluation by a judge appointed physician, as well as the
permission of the five colony council representatives and one constable
assigned to oversee the envoys stationed on each planet. We
had a depleting source of condoms kept in the dispenser
beside the med bay, but it hadn't been refilled in ages.
I was relieved enough to find three blanketed in dust,
then embarrassed because if there were so few it would
be undeniable. I'd used one note to self. I slid
one into my soup pocket and closed the dispenser restock condoms.
Aunt lingered near the rectangular indentation in the wall I
called a room. As the captain, my module was the
nearest to the corridor. Feeding into the deck CADS was
just a few brisk steps across the way and down
a bit. We staggered like that, so no one was
just across from each other. This was standard as to
make it easier to fall in line and hustle to
the control panel. Given the dusty orange emergency lights were flashing.
Is this your address or are we at the wrong house?
All right? I said aloud, despite myself, I forgot that's
what you call those land ships. She placed a hand
on the rusted handle in the wall and eased it upward.
Three crushed and twisted cans of Kaylak's cults rolled out
of my module, one spewing dewey droplets of sour beer
across ant's boots. I suppose you're the crew taste tester.
You suppose correctly. I scoot them up in one motion,
jog to the menacinerator to drop each one in. They'd
be more useful as ten bars. Anyway, Those were a
good snack for tendon, or at least I could tell
myself that Ith already climbed inside. Dispensing with my need
to explain why a captain must be nearest to the exit,
I used the single indentation in the wall to hef
myself up after drawing the hatch clothes behind us, so
the flickery embedded bulbs above blinked on, bathing us in warm,
low yellow light. Is the far sight? Okay with you,
I said, partially to keep the topic off of what
I knew was buzzing dully at the back of both
our minds, and partially because I was suddenly hyper aware
of how small my module was. They were built to
accommodate up to three people in case of emergency, so
it I ever exactly felt like a coffin, but there
was hardly any way to position ourselves wherein we weren't touching.
We can switch places if you want. I don't want
you to feel closed in. I looked past her and
my shadows shimmering on the metal wall, the sharp ends
of my horns jutting out of the otherwise human silhouette.
I thought back to the sack of Ksev, a tremble
I didn't recognize, gripping my fingers with then my entire hands.
I don't want to make you feel like you have
to do anything just because we live together now, just
because I'm what. Aunt reached out, closing her hand around
my left horn and urging my face closer to hers. Zeno,
she kissed the top of my horn, ran her tongue
along the length of it. Gently, I pulled away from her.
No matter how often I blunted the ends of my horns,
they'd always grow sharpened again. Don't like it's ridiculous, I said,
you haven't seen the things I have, aunt. Zenos are
designed to hurt people. I'm not afraid of Eugene and insisted, blushing.
I know you and your crew have seen a lot
more than me, but I'm not so naive that I
don't know. The colonies make people do brutal things to
keep itself going. That's why I know you'll never hurt me.
You already decide it for yourself what your body is
for protecting people you love and pleasure. Carefully, she sees
the sensitive base of each horn and rubbed the black cartilage.
The sound that came out of me was neither zeno
nor human. This feels good, right, She cast her eyes
to the blankets. I want to do this, but well,
I'm a terring gene. Repression is written in my genes,
and I'm still figuring that out. But the last thing
I want to do is disrespect your body. Neither would I,
I said hurriedly. This was something that had to be established,
the foundation for any kind of bedroom encounter, no matter
how brief. Believe me, stuff like this doesn't come easily
to grievers either. Were only h only human, aunt supplied,
pressing her mouth to mind. She was making a concentrated
effort to keep our groins from grazing. Leaning over to
only our upper bodies connected for a while, we gave
extra attention to each other's breasts beneath the blankets. Between
my legs, that hot, wet, pressurized sensation shivered up from
my belly into my throat. I hadn't thought much about
grooming in that area, or anywhere really, and wondered now
what the standards were on earth. Not like there be
any taming my hair anyway. See, Zenos were hairer than
the average human. Those individual blades coarse and thick, and
the usual bushy hotspots under our arms, along the sides
of our limbs. Occasionally between our nipples, the follicles sprouted
hardened hair. The further south one ventured down a zeno's body,
though the hair surrounding the genitals nigh impervious to attempt
at grooming strong as wire and tapering to still thick
ends where it laced the most sensitive ordinance. Aunt braced
a hand on my boxers, panting, what should I do next?
Take them off me? I blurted, I mean, I have
old scratching scars, but I haven't had marstar and yeshs.
What about I was vaccinated, she said, Back on Earth,
they inoculate for that, I see, I said, careful to
keep my voice neutral. I was glad we were both safe,
of course, of course, but a small part of me
panged with jealousy at the revelation three scepters of scratching.
My clit still module written. Misery assuaged only by Kad's
donation of aloe from the plan he kept in a
large lit cabinet within the supply closet, doubling as a garden,
Aunt slipped a finger under my waistband. I helped her
ease my underwear off. She ran a warm palm over
my darkened mars scars, the signature star shaped pattern webbing
over my thighs, my groin. She stopped there, tangled over
with black hair, as my head was even dreaded. In
some spots, the strands stickly interlocking. What would you like
now touch me? Well, I don't mean to sound bossy.
There was the matter of our minute imbalance. I was
the captain, though the titles, responsibilities only extended as far
as the corridor in bed. Usually I tried to check
that balance, often, make sure I was leaving room for
my partner to make their requests. It's okay, said Aunt.
That's one of the things I like about you. It
would actually take a lot of the pressure off if
you took charge, Captain. Ay ay, I uttered, relief washing
through me. I'd gotten so worked up about not leading
this encounter. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed being in
the pilot's seat. In that case, I'd really like to
get on top of you. Aunt wasn't entirely stripped, yet
her suit half peeled off the way it had been
back on her ship. She rolled, so our hips that
last met is this okay? Of course? I eased my
leg over her waist, straddling her crouching so my head
grazed the ceiling. So our hips did more than just meat.
You're the most beautiful woman in the universe, and type.
He glanced at my hamper, the gleaming, bulky metal pin
poking out of a bundle of sweat stained spacesuits. I've
never us use the mat at, she said, it might
take some practice. I nipped at her neck, her sweet throat,
that little hollow above the collar where a sweat pooled.
I lapped it up, tasted all over. We could take
it slow at first, I suggested, softly. My harness was
tucked under my thin mattress, thick leather and stolen from
Venus Envy, the same sex shop every orbiter boosted their
matter at them from It took some effort to free
it while we were on top of it, but I
was fumbling into it in no time, thrusting one leg through,
kneeing Aunt in the chest in the process. Sorry, I said, Relax,
Aunt giggled, I'm not gonna write you up for assault
on an envoy officer. Then what are you gonna write
me up for? I pulled my other leg through the harness,
snapped the long leather ropes through the metal buckles along
the waist. The design was very much like a thong,
but with an empty silicone ring at the front. I
handed Aunt the matter at him. She waded in her
arms as if it were the latest edition of her
assigned weaponry. Being such a ruthless tease, she blushed, tracing
the circumference of the mat at to find the on switch.
It buzzed to life, vibrating as the purple ooze excreted
out of the end. You sure you can take all that?
At this, Aunt found the rungs along my waist, used
them to hold me fast to her hot fleshed skin
as she tenderly inserted the dildo into the empty ring.
Sure I can captain, she winked. But it's always a
close call. Now it was her turn to tease me,
fingers gliding to my horns to trace the tips like
one would tease a nipple, drawing out a not dissimilar sensation.
Oh Aunt, Every part of me ached to be inside her.
Oh out, Aunt drew back a long, thin cut slashed
diagonally across her palm, hints of green welling in the
shallow wound at first, before spilling onto our sheets. Are
you hurt? I shifted off of her. It took a
few seconds to reconcile the color with injury. I'm fine,
Aunt insisted, she winced as I examined her hand. It's
nothing major, just a gusher. She was right. Her palm
itt dragged along the tip of my horn, and the
wound just wouldn't stop bleeding. And not red blood like
humans or Zenos, or gold icer like Colleidizan's, but deep
green a mulius, the blood of an atom's. I might
be able to help. It wasn't like it needed to
be sewn up or stapled, more like submerged in water.
The flow not force shut, just steiny to ready for scabbing.
There was one thing about Zeno's hardly anyone new. We
weren't just shredders, vicious beasts designed to tear out the
entrils of our enemies to gore them through. We were
meant to clear them out. After the final tally, every
part of the Purge species was feasted on meat, bones, organs,
spiced and tenderized, eyes, pickled and paired with ice in
the celebratory wine, which wasn't wine at all, but was
just as red. Before I could think better, too, I
licked the length of Nentipe's wound, gulp down the metallic blood,
bit back the savory aftertaste that made me want more.
My saliva coated the thin slit, so the cut only
remained pink and bled no more. Whoa aunt flex her fingers?
How did you zeno trick? I said, Our spit acts
like a bonding agent. It speeds up recovery too, it tingles.
Aunt grinned, you've been holding out on me, Starshine. I
took a hold of the zip her hovering over her groin.
You've got no idea. For a while, I waited, let
her grind the stiff bulge against my hand, kissed her
so deeply I was dizzy by the time we separated.
Hated that it was possible for us to separate all
of me throbbing to become a part of her. We
don't have to do that kind of thing, she tensed, blushing.
What kind of thing, I said, pleasure you. I just
don't want you to feel like you have to. I don't,
I assured her, I want to and TYPEE studied my
expression for a few accents before releasing a long, steadying breath.
If you're sure, I am, I said, I eased her
zipper down, unlike the unkempt, slimy, tangled coil of barbs
obscuring my fleshy crater virgin protruded it politely from a
bramble of black curls. Her blush. It touched more than
her cheeks, peachy in color, swollen and glistening at the tip,
which was pearly, and shedding droplets of clear liquid at
the end of her saber length shaft, the fluid trailing
down in her tan fist size scrotum, The only truly
descriptive word for which was adorable. Adamis could whip themselves
into such a tizzy over the most insignificant things, daylight savings,
the hue of one's skin, what happened to populate the
space between one's legs? Who called themselves? What? And when?
And why it was so important? And type's organs seemed
so ladylike and feminine. There was no tactle difference whatsoever
when I handled it versus any other, and no change
in my desire either. I renewed my grip on the
velvety shaft, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Is
this good? Or should I I have lube? If you
want me to?
Speaker 2: Uh?
Speaker 1: Ghost words maybe better left unsaid to keep ants dysphoria
at bay On wolfthrop. The scientists had jotted our genders
down as one would in animals, but the atomist principles
guiding our instruction were as forcibly gendered as any human text.
The courses we were expected to thrive in dependent somehow
on how the fleshy nubs between our legs were shaped.
Masterful confrontational procedures for males, impeccable evasive maneuvers for females,
expert supportive services for females, noteworthy flight path accuracy for males.
But there was no narrative to my gender the way
there had been for Nentiope, no expectations except that I
mutilate those we conquered who happened to be male rather
than the females. The details were something I was still
working on, being sensitive of. Whatever you want to do,
she let out that break in a sing SONGI groan,
leaning over to kiss me, her tongue wet and electric
when it parted my lips. Whatever you're comfortable doing. I
rooted around in the hamper until my fingers closed around
a little bottle of get in goo water based lubricant,
another treasure from venus envy. Sorry about the name. I
said this had become a reflex to say the brand
name was to the point, if not very romantic. I
squeezed just the drop of the cool, viscous goop into
my hand before smearing it across my palm, coating it
over in TYPEE and a series of progressively tighter applications
that made the constable give a strangled yelp. More liquid
dribbled out of her, still clear, but in much larger
drops that I taste it when I tenderly licked her
salt sweat and entipee atoms. I traced my fingers along
her thighs, exploring her smooth, lovely skin for so long
I grew entranced in the gentle thrumb of her green
veins just under that pale skin, and type took my hand,
gingerly guiding my fingertip to the smooth tan interstice just
under a scrotum. You have any more of that lube? Oh? Yes?
I applied some to her anus. She applied some to
the dildo schilvered under me as I crouched at the
end of the bed, hoisted her folded legs on top
of my thighs, lined me up for entry. Now She
swallowed me smoothly, groaning, stroking my horn as I fucked her.
I watched the pleasure play across her face, take a
hold of her in a way I'd never seen, but
couldn't imagine going on without black white eyes fixed on me, twitching,
drool pooling in one corner of her mouth, her womanly
appendage growing so much perkier at each entry. I was
beginning to wonder if loving her like this was only
bringing her further from relief, until she shuddered, yanked me forward,
and fucked herself on me. Hey, I wasn't complaining. She
knew herself better than anyone, which meant I had the
best teacher in the galaxy on the subject of pleasing her.
That and it was mesmerizing watching her sink herself on me,
the lube squatching out around the base of the dildo
in time with her breath. I don't just accept, Eugene,
she rasped. I want you. I want you to Aunt,
I said, I need you like water. I mean it,
You're the moon to me. Aunt blushed gently nudged me
off of her Sorry, I said, are you okay? Very okay?
She assured me. It actually feels so good, it's overwhelming.
I slipped out of the harness, stuffed it into the hamper.
Aunt shivered, so I held her savor at the sound
of her labored breathing, missing my ear, all at once
gaining a new appreciation for octal body music, or maybe
just in typee's body music. What about Eugene for now?
She dropped the captain stuff, and I was glad for it.
A captain would know what should come next. A lover, however,
the answer was clear and simple in my mind, but
difficult to articulate, not least of all because I hadn't
well accommodated anyone in years. That part of me, the wet,
tucked away part, was easy to forget about. I would
have preferred to forget about it most washes. It wasn't
like I had gotten much out of it, save for
an inconvenient red shower once a month and a debilitating
yeast infection twice. Back in twenty one seventy two, landred
an octal x I dated for three scepters, had used
his hands to explore me a few times. Trickle a
viicalid is in. I'd enjoyed a casual septin long tryst
with had used their rhizomes to enter me the active
and sort of impersonal because of the amount of time
they spent there. But I also understood that a calid
couldn't be asked to adhere to human social norms. I
really want you inside, I said, and it didn't feel
strange to state allowed at all. The ship was vacuum
sealed to keep us from choking on the endless black
sea that conceived us, and I wanted entirep atoms inside
my body. Before I could lose my resolve, I pulled
the commum out of my suit pocket. Xenotext is a
trusted brand. It's not Latex, but it's well tested, so
there shouldn't be any I mean, if you were worried
about I couldn't decide which myth to broach, worried that
my whole was lined with teeth, worried that I was
so boiling hot inside her genitals would melt clean off.
I know you wouldn't hurt me, said, aunt, not on purpose.
It's not that I'm worried about anyway. I've been tested
and you told me about that Mars Star thing. But
us treated you so if we slipped up. I mean,
if there was a mistake and you got pregnant, I supplied,
though the word curdled the air of the module, Aunt
tinsing against me as I said it. I'm not sure
that would be just my mistake conceptions more of a
two way star lane if you ask me, of course,
Aunt said quickly. I didn't mean to apply it wasn't
I just feel so disconnected from that kind of function,
so do I, I said, And it was true. The
sex organ seemed to come with so much baggage, expectation,
and responsibility. In the fog of what everyone believed about
me just based on them, there seemed hardly any room
for what I thought of my own body. I don't
agree with that function. I hardly agree with anything about myself.
Aunt gave me a small smile, just the hint of one.
Then we can agree on that, she affirmed. I'm not
trying to make a mistake. Trust me. I hate having
Adam's blood. I wouldn't wish a life like that on anyone.
You're not right. It was about time we got to
this before we got carried away. Birth control was harder
to come by than streaker, I said somberly, when it
came to reproductive justice, the matter was a tombstone all
its own. And anyway, I'm I'm bipolar in type. Messing
with my hormones really isn't ideal. My body doesn't like it,
my brain doesn't, and condoms are the only barrier really
that's easy to get a hold of. Terix always did
go after shipments of diaphragms, and IUDs the methods targeted
at who they they really wanted to strip of their rights.
As far as the colonies were concerned. A woman was
a grease toobe attached to an incubation machine, Hugh, And
there was no doctor alive who would carry through with
a vasectomy attached to my name and type. He groaned,
thumping the metal plating of the walls. God, I hate
having balls. All they do is make me gigantic and
make it so we can't be close to each other.
I said, Aunt knew well enough my persistent disgust with
my own role and the whole awful affair of conception.
She spoke more, and I listened. It wasn't sure if
this was the type of vent session I should reply
to immediately, until she urged me on with black watery eyes.
You might be able to talk to Usher about an operation,
but it might not be completely reversible. Why would I
want it to be? Said Aunt, You don't want to reproduce,
neither do I. I just mean we've only been together
really for a few octaverers in total, minus all the
separation and misunderstandings. Maybe it was a little USh on
my shoulder, but a strange sense of responsibility fell over me.
Then we were homeless. After all, plans didn't always shake
out in favor of one's ideals. If we split up,
and I don't know you met someone who did want that,
then I tell them the chances of us conceiving don't
look too good after years of hormone replacement therapy. It's
not impossible, I said Cat. It mentioned as much over
coffee more than once. You should hold off if you
think there's even a possibility we might not stay together.
I wouldn't want to be the reason you permanently change
your future. You already are and insisted, Still, I said, Grievers.
Knew well enough what a series of closing hatches this
life was. I couldn't bear to think of Aunt yearning
for some unreachable future because of me, Me and my
animal impulsiveness, no consequence, just action, my ugly, glitchy programming.
As if she could read my mind, Aunt placed a
palm on my thigh, stroked the downy hair there. What
are you thinking about right this second? I'm thinking I
said that your balls are really adorable. It was a
silly kind of thing to say, but I didn't regret it,
And when we kissed then there was no humor whatsoever
to the act and TYPEE applied the condom after inspecting
the little square black foil packaging, or try to. It
was weirdly dry and took some difficulty to roll from
the tip to the base of her organ. What does
twenty one seventy two mean? It's the only thing typed
on the back, she blushed. I've never used one of
these before. It's okay, I said, neither of I. I tried
to think through the cloud of primal arousal drawing around
my brain. Instructions for use of contraceptive devices was considered
decimation of treasonous materials and assisting and misconduct, so directions
had long disappeared from the back of condom packaging. The
only connection I could make was that twenty one seventy two,
three yushes ago had been the Yush cad had acquired
this particular batch, dropping a handful until the transparent dispenser.
I guess that's the production Yush. This wouldn't be that strange,
after all, my legal name was my production Yush. She
considered this a moment. You're the captain, Gene, she said.
I don't have a lot of experience with this kind
of thing, and I don't want you to feel like
you have to do anything. Whatever you say right now
goes now. I pan it, taking a hold of her
hips as I shifted to be on top of her
once more. If you want, you can enter me. An
almost vicious torn of pleasure surged through me as she
moved inside me. Then a great gurgling shout leaped out
of my throat. Before I could think to hold it back.
Aunt kissed me, pull it back to inspect my face.
Are you okay? She glanced at the close hatch on
the end of the module. Should we try to keep quiet?
I'm fine, don't worry, I said, And don't worry about
them either. They can't hear us. There's a muted barrier
glazed over the steel. We got it for free in
exchange for a shipment of special edition garlic Sours. Never
saw the appeal of that batch. But I'm picky and
TYPEE stifled a laugh. Picky, she said, look around, you've
lived in the Kailaks for the last five years. It
doesn't take much to satisfy you. We laughed and kissed
and fucked, not talked, not for a while. For now
it was that breath exchange one shares in moments of
passion or fear, body music, body talk, body. I went
for her jugular, taking some of the skin into my teeth,
chewing gently so as not to break skin. The gesture
seemed to draw something out of Aunt. She panted through
several long upward strokes as I gripped her waist from above.
I went off in her arms like how a Stargo's supernova,
burning brighter, hotter, bigger, until everything that made me one
thing was depleted and there was only to move into
the breathless, sweat soaked, throbbing After after all the anticipation,
it took a long while to come down from the rush.
Aunt still beneath me, still tucked snugly into my inner recesses,
so I was acutely aware of my insistent threat robbing
around her. I didn't realize until then that I'd worried
about feeling invaded, about a loss of control. It wasn't
an ant thing, not about her being in atoms, but
more of a dysphoria thing. At the moment, though, I
didn't feel like I was surrendering to Nentiope. Rather, I
felt was witnessing her surrender to me. The pale yellow
light above twinkled in her eyes like some kind of
very exclusive observatory exhibit. Gold flegs gliding as she whimpered,
and an expression I figured wouldn't be far off from
a spacewalking orbiter losing grip of their tether flashed across
her face. I held her through it, brought my palms
from her gorgeous breast to her mouth watering waste. A
single drop of my own drool rolled down my saber
and splashed onto her, close to the navel. Let me
know when okay, when, said aunt, drawing out of me gently,
she held the condumn tight to her, only removing it
when she was clear of me, tying it into a
slimy knot glistening with my contributions on the outside and
a tie apiece on the inside. This liquid was no
longer clear, but cloudy and whitish. I haven't come like
that in forever. What about bland Bill? Bland Bill Windsor
was a Terran that Aunt had attended colony college with.
He'd pleased her physically and it told me, but not
in any other way, which was fine by him, as
his mother had been caught gossiping about Aarry's atoms during
a congressional dinner. They were fuck friends for just a
semester in action, but rarely sensation, said Aunt Or. Sometimes
the other way around. My HRT makes it a little
tricky for me to orgasm. Don't get me wrong, My
injections are an actual life saver, but it's a hell
of a trade off. She flung a sweating forearm across
her forehead and a show of mock theatrics. Being beautiful
isn't easy. Maybe I curled up under my half of
the blankets, but you sure make it look like it
is beneath them. A dull, constant, throbbing ache intermingled with
the pulsing pleasure lubricant store bought and self made drooled
out of me in a thin, snotty pace that left
a tacky, flaky residue on my thighs and on the blankets.
Terrence had such strange associations with either gender after sex.
It always seemed so ridiculous that tidy, chased and withholding
were traits prescribed to people with muffs, considering the actual
organ wasn't unlike an insatiable slavering maw. Aunt stroked my
horn a contented hum caught in my throat to get
my glottess to shiver. Another sound I hadn't managed to control,
but one I vastly prefer to bawing or blue purring.
Aunt snuggled into me. You're loud tonight. Sorry. I tried
to swallow the sound, but it continued to reverberate through
my throat and chest. I've been practicing getting it to stop,
but no, don't stop, Aunt murmured. I like feeling how
pleased you are, so I didn't stop. Allowed my tail
to wander in that way it did when I wasn't
paying attention to it, flicking through the air, fickle resting
across our bodies, then whipping into the hatch with a soft,
tiny thud just as quickly. I'm sorry I pissed everybody off.
They're always pissed, I lied. Don't worry about them. They'll
come around after everything we've been through. They know I
only want the best for everyone. Still, Aunt said, you've
all been friends for so long. I've never seen any
one of you storm off, not Demni, the entire crew.
Well I have seen it, I murmured into her shoulder,
speaking against her smooth, feverish skin. We fight all the time, Aunt,
You're just never around a bear witness. So she leaned
over to kiss me. It's just something I'll have to
get used to. Her tongue played along mine, delicious circles,
sweat dribbling down our faces, just like this. That's right, Moonlight,
I said. I wondered if we stayed in bed all wash,
could someone else take the helm for a few alerons.
One didn't need to be a doctor to know USh
was right. Maybe not about everything, but Aunt's tongue sliding
past mine, I considered her questioning my loyalty. I loved
n Tiapee, I loved the crew, But how did that
love parse out between four people? Evenly? It wasn't like
only ant's love could make a risk like the one
we were taking seem worth way. While this was a
gambling the interest of everyone aboard, part of me knew
perfectly well it was a bad idea to travel with
the weapon, never mind trying to hawk it in inner
space with our small time connections. Yet maybe there was
a silver lining to my foolishness. If this paid off,
it would pay off big, and in a way the
whole crew would benefit from. So I allowed myself to
dream somewhere a distant moon USh cad Pool. Me and
enti Apee never not satisfied.
Speaker 2: When you think that, when you think m