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BTW there is plenty of different portions which have been reused by numerous science 
fiction shows movies and books, including nanotechnology, rapid pregnancy, and various 
scientific mumbo jumbo, which I will try to keep to a minimum. (Bounce a graviton 
particle beam off the main deflector dish…)

THIS CHAPTER contains futa/futa, oral.


Chapter 22
Revelations


Terra stared at the wall. Before the ship's reactor had gone critical, she was able to use a 
computer terminal to access the external sensors to see outside of the ship, but it didn't 
really help. She wanted to see something, something new, something different, just 
something positive. But she didn't know if there was something out there. A red circle 
surrounded by a forming ring was pretty, but it did little. Seeing the planet itself didn't 
help her, she knew that. Seeing the planet below didn't make her any closer, and she 
knew that as well. However knowing that didn't stop her from wanting to see it, just to 
see if it was that something she was searching for. She wanted to bore a hole through the 
wall with her mind, and stare through that hole to wherever her mother was.

She wished that she knew where Kyle was. Whether her mother was still in space, or 
whether she had gotten to where she was going. When Terra had first gotten onto the 
ship, it had seemed so big, so intimidating, so invulnerable and safe. But since the nuclear 
core had gone critical, she realized the ship was not invincible. She had overheard it 
might not make it to Mars safely. Part of her wondered about the ship that her mother was 
on. If it would arrive safely, if it had already made it there…she did not want to imagine 
the other option.

Even if the ship her mother traveled in was safe, she wondered if Kyle herself was safe 
on it. She didn't know about torture, but she knew that people could hurt one another, 
how harsh words can do harm, and how guns and fists could do damage. She knew that 
Tom was there with her, but her heart ached more for her mother than it did for him. He 
had always been nice, and his spiritual guidance was invaluable, but he wasn't a part of 
her family. Her mother's absence was a hole and there was a need both physical and 
spiritual that she felt needed to be filled by Kyle's presence. Tom's absence was just a 
hardship. She knew that it was wrong, that he was dealing with the same thing his mother 
was, and that guilt ate at her too. Even now, she was more worried about the boy on the 
other end of the wall, the one who had been cruel to her when all she wanted to do was to 
help him, than she was of Tom. To her, Tom seemed so strong, so willful. David seemed 
so weak and alone, just like she felt.

She felt rotten since getting into a fight with David, or rather being yelled at. She didn't 
understand where his anger was from, she felt like it was her fault. She felt that there was 
just some means of talking to him, and that she messed it up. She was insensitive to his 
pain and suffering. She thought her intentions were being clouded by her inability to 
articulate her desire to help. Even worse, she felt terrible that instead of trying to find a 
way to help her mom, instead of concerning herself with Thomas's whereabouts, her 
thoughts seemed to focus around David. She was not yet used to dealing with such 
powerful emotions. 'I want to help him,' she pondered 'Why won't he just accept it?'

*

David walked through the hallway. He had felt like an asshole all sixteen hours of his 
double shift. Longer even, ever since he had blown up against Terra. He knew it was his 
fault, but he didn't want to accept some things. He didn't want to accept that it was his 
fault for taking the drugs. 

'None of her fucking business,' he thought to himself. 'It's none of her fucking business 
what I do.' He looked down at his pad, checking where his repairs were going to bring 
him next.

'Fucking Giselle, she must have told her I'm some hopeless addicted fucking loser, god, I 
swear she's been nothing but trouble ever since she got back from Earth. And to think I 
used to actually think she was cool, back before she started acting like my mom,' he 
stopped himself, even the thought of his mom held bad memories for him.

'That's gotta be it, Sergio thinks I'm nailing this chick, so she swoops in to come and 
fuck it up, probably tells her I'm some druggie to scare her off, just to ruin things for me, 
all because Sergio thinks I'm screwing her. Heh, I wish,' he grinned as he rubbed the 
stubble on his chin, his beard was settling in, albeit patchy. The last couple days, when he 
had been doing boring work, his mind kept focusing on her. He lusted after her body, she 
had breasts that any man would enjoy and a backside that made his knees weak. But his 
admiration was not just driven by sexual desire. He had focused on her personality, she 
seemed so naďve, so inexperienced with everything, but somehow she was so caring at the 
same time. She had this air about her, as though it was normal and natural to be 
concerned about someone she didn't know. A kind of altruistic streak that David wasn't 
accustomed to seeing, let alone dealing with.

'That's why she came to talk to me,' he thought to himself. 'She probably doesn't even 
know what's up with anything, she's never done this kind of thing before, never dealt 
with being in space. I just have to talk to her, explain things, and set her straight.'

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard his personal communicator go off. 
"Yeah, what is it?"

"David my boy, I want a word with you," Sergio's gruff and muffled voice said over the 
communicator. "I'm having a bite to eat, come over and give me some company."

"I'm running a little behind. I haven't finished everything yet," David lied. He didn't 
really want to deal with Sergio right now. He was actually ahead, and doing some of the 
next day's work.

"That's fine, we're still a little ahead," Sergio replied, "Besides, I think you need a break. 
There's still a lot of the day left. Just come over and see me before you head off."

"All right, if that's what you want," David said, thankful his rolling eyes wouldn't be 
transmitted. He hoped that he could get through this stupid meeting quickly. If he could 
have some time off, he would want to enjoy every second of it.

'Look, all I gotta do is some damage control, I've got to apologize my ass off, sweet talk 
the hell out of her, and just act normal. I just have to stuff a sock in it, show her I'm not 
some kind of fuckup, and set this right.' He gave no consideration as to why he felt so 
inclined to explain himself to her. In the time it took to formulate his plans, he had 
already made it to the cafeteria door.

"Sergio, you wanted to see me?" David asked. 

"Yes, yes my boy, come in," Sergio said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. The crumbs 
didn't really gather in space. Still, it was an old habit that refused to die. He was glad to 
have finished his meal. He didn't think he'd have much of an appetite afterwards. 

"I've almost completed the work on the third floor, and we're getting close to…" David 
began reading off of his pad. Unlike the rest of the crew, he had been keeping up with 
what he had to do. They were getting close to the end of what they could do with the 
ship.

"That's all fine and good boy, but that isn't what I called you here for. I can read just as 
well as you can." Sergio opened the bottle of water and drank, to ease his parched throat. 
The three or four drinks he had for courage, didn't help. He couldn't quite recall anymore 
how much he had, except to know it wasn't enough.

"Then what is it?" David asked.

"Why…" Sergio said, wishing there were a more delicate way to put this. "Why don't 
you go get yourself another scan?" 

"What? That's none of your business," David replied hastily.

"Well, actually son, I think it is," Sergio answered, standing up. He wrongly hoped his 
larger frame might help intimidate David.

"There's no point in it," David defended his stance. Although it had some merit he knew 
that he was at a weaker debating point. Especially now that Giselle was telling everyone 
about his stimulant use.

"Son, that Nadia girl is a doctor, a real honest to god doctor. I know she's a girl, but I'm 
sure she's almost as good as a real doctor. Now I know you like Giselle, hell, with a body 
like that what's not to like, eh?" he asked, unsuccessfully trying to lighten the mood. "But 
just because you're seventeen, you aren't invincible."

"Sergio, look, it doesn't matter, okay?" David started to get angry. 

"You're being a jackass." Sergio narrowed his eyes. "You have a chance to get a head 
start on getting yourself better."

"It won't mean shit," David shouted. "They can't do shit, it might save me half a fucking 
hour, whoop de fucking do. They can't remove malignant tumors, they can't do a bone 
marrow transfusion, and they can't use the ultrasonic transmission waves. They can't do 
one fucking thing!"

"Yes, but how long will it take you to see a doctor on Mars? How hard will it be to find 
one, to find one that will listen, that will give you the time of day?" Sergio sighed. "But 
it's not just that boy, is it?" he asked coolly.

"What?" David's resolve slipped slightly.

"It isn't just that, it's not about just being bullheaded. It's about them finding out, isn't 
it?" Sergio was tired of dancing around the issue. "Look I know you like that redheaded 
girl, and then she finds out about you and those fucking stimulants, and now your pissing 
yourself about what, that she's gonna figure out your some kind of addict?" 

"I keep telling you, I'm not fucking that redhead, okay? Get the fuck off my back!" Dave 
shouted.

"Oh, then why exactly was she running out of your bedroom, crying her eyes out last 
night? Riddle me that lover boy," Sergio knew he played that card too early, and not well. 

"What…you…it's none of your fucking business!" David shot back, his head trying to 
get on top of everything. He was very defensive, but having problems knowing exactly 
what to be so defensive about.

"David, look, it just is, okay?" Sergio said. "Listen to me, very closely. You agreed to do 
whatever I ordered you to do on this ship, remember? Part of it was agreeing to take a 
medical scan whenever I think you're not physically fit to execute your duties."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, you're going to make me take a scan?" David 
asked incredulously. "I'm the only one getting things done on time, I've been working 
double shifts busting my ass, skipping meals, while you've been fucking around on your 
ass eating a sandwich?"

"No I'm not kidding you," Sergio put on his best poker face. "I want you to get that 
fucking scan."

"And if I disagree?" David asked.

"Well, then, you can spend the rest of the trip in your room," Sergio said. "Without 
anything to do, it's going to seem pretty dull."

David stared at him, trying to curb his anger. He wanted to punch Sergio straight in the 
face for this. He hated admitting defeat, but he had no choice. "Fine, I'll do the fucking 
scan! Right fucking now!" he shouted, slamming the door as best he could in space, 
which wasn't much.

Sergio sighed to himself. He knew it was going to go poorly, but couldn't help wanting it 
to have gone well. Patience was the name of the game for him right now. He had been 
patient in waiting for David to get to work before going into his quarters, and had 
patiently awaited this opportunity. He had a more pressing matter to attend to now that he 
knew David was going to be preoccupied for the moment, but first he had to be as a 
dutiful parent and set up the doctor's appointment for the boy.

He picked up his communicator, and checked to see what room Nadia and Terra was 
bunking together in. He dialed the number, looking forward to a conversation not laced 
with expletives and yelling, at least for now. He knew he was going to have a 
conversation that was much worse before the day was through.

"Hello, this is Nadia. What is it?" Nadia asked, answering the communications chirp. 
Unlike most of the people on the ship, she and Terra didn't have personal 
communicators. While Nadia had one she naturally was not getting any service. The only 
communication they had was tied into the emergency alert system, one of the few devices 
operating in the room. It had two effects, the first was making Sergio's voice boom over 
the speakers in the room. The second was eliminating any privacy when talking.

"Hello girls, it's Sergio. The boy, David, he's changed his mind about the scan. right now 
would be a good time," Sergio said, trying to sound authoritative and definitive.

"Uh, right now?" Nadia asked. She looked over her shoulder at Terra, who jumped from 
the bed at the possibility. 

"Yes, he uh, suddenly decided he wants to take care of it immediately. Apologies for the 
short notice," Sergio wanted to keep it brief. He subscribed to the theory that the more 
you lie the more you have to remember, and the more that you will ultimately forget.

"Well, I'm not really ready to…" Nadia said, looking over at the hopeful Terra, who was 
hanging on every word.

"Oh Nadia he wants the help after all, please just help him now before he changes his 
mind," Terra said in a hushed tone. Sergio was still able to hear every word, and it only 
bolstered his belief that David was indeed romantically involved with Terra. 

"I'll be there in a little bit," Nadia said, looking at Terra's gorgeous blue puppy dog eyes 
staring at her. She hung up the communicator and sighed. "This doesn't add up." 
 
"Oh Nadia, he changed his mind, it's great!" Terra said, ever the optimist.

"I don't get this at all, what is the sense of saying no yesterday and suddenly agreeing to 
do it now?" Nadia asked. She had dealt with patients who would change their minds, but 
usually it was after something, oftentimes a loved one, got them to change their mind. 

"Maybe he reconsidered? What does it matter Nadia?" Terra asked. She had neglected to 
talk to her about David's stimulant problem, for fear that it would make her less likely to 
want to help. "Let's go!"

"No Terra, it's a private medical scan, I don't think he'll want you there," Nadia 
cautioned. She knew that he had been mean to her, after seeing the shape she had been in 
last night. She still felt like she didn't know the whole story, but knew that it was a 
difficult subject for her.

"Oh," Terra said, her spirits somewhat dashed.

"I'll let you know what I can, but his medical history is personal. I mean it's private," 
Nadia remembered when ethics were so easy for her. Now that she was making love with 
the offspring of a test subject, now that she had become a subjected to the nanites, ethical 
decisions seemed different.

"But, but you can tell me, right?" Terra asked. Her plan was to have Nadia find out how 
he was doing, not just from the cancer but from the drug use as well. She never 
considered that Nadia wouldn't tell her.

"I'm not supposed to, not unless he wants you to know, and the way you came in last 
night I don't think he's going to want you to know," Nadia said disapprovingly. 

"But, what if, what if he's really sick?" the concern in Terra's voice was unmistakable. "I 
mean he, he told me about how he's sick. That means he wants me to know, so you can 
tell me, right?"

"From what you've told me, he is sick," Nadia said, noticing Terra seemed strange at 
how she mentioned it. "But that's his own personal medical history, just like I wouldn't 
tell anyone else about your…special condition."

"That's different. But, what if, if I could help?" Terra desperately wanted to do 
something. 

"It's not for you to decide that Terra. If he wants help he's going to have to make that 
decision for himself, he has to ask for it. He can't have it forced onto him," Nadia 
preached the textbook doctrine of medical ethics easily. Of course in reality it was much 
more difficult. "You already tried to help, and hopefully, it worked." Nadia thought, 
coming to a realization a second later 'Hopefully, it didn't'.

"Oh, okay," Terra said, disappointed by Nadia's answer. She could see some of the logic 
in Nadia's argument, but didn't agree with it. Yet again she felt helpless.

"I shouldn't be very long," Nadia opened the door, "Either way." Her voice wasn't full of 
confidence. It wasn't as though cancer could be misdiagnosed for anything else, even by 
someone like Giselle. 'The only training that dumb bitch had was probably spent half an 
hour thumbing through the manual,' Nadia thought to herself as she entered into the 
elevator and listened to it labor to carry her along. 'The only way she read it is if there 
were a lot of pictures. But it was almost too obvious for it to not happen. He was 
bombarded with so much radiation he's got to be lucky to be moving, let alone being able 
to work. He is going to need a lot of work, but he is right about one thing. There isn't a 
thing I can do in space. Even if I had the tools, I've never heard of anything like this 
being done anywhere besides on a planet.'

She shook her head, stepping out of the elevator and walked through the corridor, 
wondering to herself what Terra's fascination with David was. She had noticed initially it 
seemed like a crush. Nadia had thought it was simply the first male her age, or age 
apparent, that Terra had really gotten to know. She was thankful her son didn't get the 
chance, she didn't know specifically but she knew he fancied himself as a bit of a 
playboy. Then it seemed as though it had simply become a kind of concern, almost 
motherly, over someone who was sick. Nadia had noticed Terra's concern, she wanted to 
do something to help him. The sad thing was that there wasn't anything she could do 
unless he wanted it. He couldn't be held down and spoon fed some antidote. Not that 
Terra would do that, and cancer treatments don't operate in that matter, regardless. Of 
course Terra might have found a way around that, with a better way to sugarcoat a 
treatment.

She believed that Terra was trying to help him, that she was tired of feeling inadequate 
and not being able to make any action. Nadia knew that she had transferred the nanobots 
to Yoshi by a kiss, and hoped that she was just emulating the means of transmission. 

She opened the door where the scanner was housed. It was an antiquated scanner, and 
even the newest portable hand scanners had passed it technologically by leaps and 
bounds. It was little surprise to Nadia. The ship seemed over a century old, and the 
medical technology most likely wasn't a very big priority. People who were sick would 
get treatment when they showed up wherever they were going, just as David would have 
to.

With this old scanner, the scans themselves were more invasive, and made for what most 
people called a skin crawling sensation. Not only were they more unpleasant, they were 
less accurate. They didn't provide for as much in depth information on an initial scan, 
unless the scan was specifically designed for lymph nodes or the kidneys or the liver or 
any specific organ or gland. Larger systems, such as the endocrine, pulmonary, digestion, 
or nervous systems were more difficult as they required a scan of a larger area, or group 
of organs in multiple areas, as well as a longer scan. Nadia's experience with it was 
limited, although they functioned the same way. It was still an old piece of technology, 
on an old ship. 

Terra's idea had been a simple one. Basically, just ask him to agree to a scan, and Nadia 
didn't expect that he'd agree. The truth was that it was almost too easy. She could verify 
if the nanos were communicated, or if he was still sick. Terra did not mention her concern 
over his drug use. Either way, she didn't want to come and screw with the scanner 
without having good reason, the thing used up gigawatts just sitting idle and after 
Giselle's bitchyness she didn't want to hear about wasting energy. Now she had to 
reprogram the thing for intercellular and intracellular scans. Essentially a scan to look 
both inside of the cells and between the cells, in order to find out if the nanos were 
working properly. Her issue was programming it to look at what she wanted to find. In 
addition to programming it for what she had to find, namely, his either benign or 
malignant cancer. And all of that, in a timely manner. She had almost completed it when 
she heard the door open.

"Oh, hello David," Nadia said, applying her bedside manner smile, "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with," he said sternly, his face stoic.

"Alright then, you know what to do then, just sit here and I'll have this over with as soon 
as possible," Nadia noticed his attitude, but didn't want to scare him away. The scan 
would mean more for her than it would for him.

"Whatever you gotta do," he replied, dropping himself into the chair. He gritted his teeth. 
He was more than accustomed to the jarring sensation of the scans, he instead grit in 
anger for the audacity Sergio had shown in forcing him to do this. 'I don't care if he 
pretends to give a shit, it's my fucking body, and it's none of his fucking business,' he 
thought to himself, his turbulent mind worked to keep his body controlled.

"Alright, here we go." Nadia was confused by his demeanor, but had dealt with plenty of 
sour patients in her life. He seemed like the kind of no nonsense person that wanted to 
know what was going on. 'Either that, or a typical teenage male, trying to show false 
bravado in the face of pain or weakness' she surmised.

The scan took longer than normal, and David noted that, despite his rage. It felt deeper as 
well, as though he could feel it jar deep in his bones. He just grit his teeth and withstood 
it. He didn't even want to begin to vent his emotion. He didn't want to show any 
vulnerability, even though he knew that the scanner was detecting all of his weaknesses.

"Okay, I'm sorry that it took so long," Nadia said, smiling despite his rudeness. "These 
scans are used to determine specific problems, not just diagnose the main cause of 
whatever is making you ill." 

"Didn't we already figure that out?" David asked coolly.  

"Well, it's not just finding out that you have cancer, but where it is, how in depth it is, 
and how the treatment…should…start," Nadia said, watching as he left the room 
abruptly, not even sticking around for the results.

'What the hell?' she thought to herself, rubbing her forehead. 'He must have been forced 
into this. Probably Giselle, she must have bullied him into it. But why?' 

Nadia examined the scans on the terminal, trying to determine if the nanobots were there, 
and if they had done anything. She had a pad nearby, to move the medical scans over to. 
She didn't want the information to stay anywhere that Giselle or anyone else could find 
it. The transfer was a large one, since not only was it a one time scan. It was a progressive 
scan of his status as his body continued normal life functions, or as close to normal 
function as they could during a scan, over the course of twenty seconds. She also copied 
the initial scan Giselle had done. Twenty seconds in the span of a human life can display 
a lot of information, if one has the means to determine it and the patience to examine it. 

She looked over the information, it was a difficult task to begin. It wasn't just a matter of 
a computer scan displaying whether or not a virus had been detected. She had to check 
information from a number of different biological functions and reactions on both an 
intercellular and intracellular level. The scanner might have the capacity to look in cells 
but that didn't mean they could look specifically for nanobots. Nadia could only change 
the preset options on the scanner. She could not program new directives into it, even if 
she had the time.

It took her almost ten minutes to verify the data, but she was finally convinced that he 
had cancer. She was relieved for a moment, before realizing the terrible illness that he 
was undergoing. What was worse, his condition was deteriorating rapidly, and in space 
without the proper medical facilities available his hopes were just as they were around the 
turn of the millennium. Which is to say, not very positive. 'I've got to get him to a 
medical facility, and fast.'

She continued to examine the results, even with the old scanner she could see that they 
were there. The imager inside of the scanner was not designed to create in depth images 
of intracellular activities, so the nanobots appeared to be little more than small blurry 
metallic bits. To get a true image she would have to have taken a sample to a microscope. 
But it was true, the nanobots were in his system, and they had continued to reproduce. It 
was like cellular mitosis of sorts. The nanobots each create a portion of themselves using 
basic minerals the body ingested, such as iron. Then they would merge the partially 
created parts together forming another nanobot, assuming there were enough raw 
materials present. 

Hence why her kiss with Yoshi earlier was able to supply his body with nanobots, or why 
just a small amount of ejaculate could give her Kyle's nanobots in the first place. Tom 
had told Nadia he noticed that the nanobots seemed to reproduce in response to a need. 
He believed it was based off of the nervous system. The nanos seemed to react in 
accordance with the autonomic reflexes of the body, his example was in the form of 
healing wounds. And he jumped to the conclusion that the nanites worked hand in hand 
with the nervous system. It was logical, but he had admitted it would take a lot of 
research to fully understand it.

But what was so perplexing was that the nanobots had disseminated through his body. 
They were functional, and they had reproduced to a level that appeared analogous to the 
four other futanaris. 

But he had cancer. He had cancer, and it hadn't gotten in the least bit better, it hadn't 
stayed the same, it had only gotten progressively worse. The ship was still being 
irradiated with what remained from the nuclear core. Comparing his earlier scan verified 
that his illness was properly diagnosed. 'Apparently even Giselle can operate a couple of 
buttons.' Nadia said, erasing the scans from the terminal. She didn't care much for the 
people who think just because they can operate a scanner they are doctors. Just as people 
who operate computers are not masters of them.

She checked for any sign of anyone before she exited the room. She didn't feel at home 
anywhere in the ship, but there was some comfort for her in the room she shared with 
Terra. Whether it was simply having spent so much time there, or the closeness she felt in 
a group, she could not say. She knew that everywhere else on the ship, there was a 
permeating feeling that she wasn't welcome. A feeling that she could be under some kind 
of covert surveillance. 

Her eyes continued to dart up from the pad as she scanned the hallways for any change. 
She didn't want to let on that she had been viewing something sensitive, something 
important. As far as she knew Giselle didn't know that David had agreed to the scan, yet, 
even though she suspected Giselle had coerced him into doing it. She didn't want Giselle 
to find out until she had safeguarded the information on her pad. 

Despite her paranoia the trip back to the room was uneventful. She opened the door to 
find Terra pacing around as nervously as is possible in space.

"W, well?" Terra asked, looking up at Nadia's face. Her eyes were full of hope, and her 
face of concern.

"I, oh god Terra," Nadia sighed to herself. On the one hand, she had a professional 
obligation to the patient to protect his personal medical history. On the other, her friend, 
her lover, had purposely attempted to inflict him with an experimental scientific 
breakthrough. Despite Terra's good intentions, she was responsible for part of this. 

But her hesitance wasn't just about protecting his privacy. Ever since she had begun to 
sleep with Terra she realized that her ethics had been violated. She could easily just take 
the 'in for a penny in for a pound' attitude. But she was more concerned with how Terra 
would take this.

"I, I understand, you can't tell me," Terra said, biting onto her lip. She closed her eyes 
tightly to prevent the tears from pouring out. She tried to put a strong face on for Nadia. 
She didn't know why she was so emotional, why she was so concerned about him but she 
was. 

"I, look Terra, there, there's bad news, alright?" Nadia replied, remorsefully. "I mean, we 
knew that there was going to be bad news either way. If they worked and he was cured 
from the cancer and the secret behind the, you know, might become known. Or if he 
didn't get them from your kiss, he would still be sick."

"W, well, which is it?" Terra asked, turning her back to Nadia, trying to steel her face.

"It's both," Nadia said plainly. She knew this was a violation of his rights as a patient, 
and she wished that she had some kind of concrete rationalization that she could use to 
explain away why it was she was breaking her moral ethics. 

"Both…how, how can it be both?" Terra asked, perplexed.

"He has the nanobots, they are inside of him, and the scans shows that they are 
functional," Nadia said, pointing down to the pad as though there were some answer on it 
that Terra could comprehend. 

Terra smiled cautiously, sniffling for a second. "Y, you mean, he's okay, that he's going 
to be okay?"

"No, I'm afraid that he's still sick, and he's not getting better. He's getting worse," Nadia 
answered. She had given out a lot of negative prognoses in this past, and had a normal 
medical face on, steady and strict. In the case of something bad, there was no good way 
of sugarcoating it for the patient. The best way was to explain what happened, and then 
explain the treatment options, and try to keep the patient in the best possible mood and 
remind them of what they had to live for. The worst time for her had been explaining to a 
young couple that their newborn child would be dead within a week. She was wrong in 
that instance, she didn't even last the night.

"But, you, you said the, the nanos, they're, they're in him, he, he should get better!" 
Terra shouted.

"Terra, hush!" Nadia said, not wanting to actually say the n word. 

"But he's supposed to get better! I kissed him and he's got the, them, and they're 
supposed to make him all better! It worked for you, when it worked for Yoshi and he, he, 
oh god Nadia, he was almost, almost dead!" Terra blurted out, nearly breaking down in 
Nadia's arms. 

"He, he has the nanos, and they are functioning, but they don't seem to be doing 
anything," Nadia sighed, hugging Terra. "They work, you did what you could, but it's 
like there's something about him that they aren't working."

"But, but I just wanted him to get better, to be better," Terra tried to calm her emotions, 
but she couldn't stop herself from venting like she was.

"Terra listen, he can still get better, he's not on death's door. This isn't the end for him. 
He's sick Terra, he's really sick. And there's something strange about these readings, but 
I am going to do what I can to help him, I promise. And if we can get him to the right 
medical facilities, then he has a chance Terra, he has a good chance. He's young, and he's 
strong, and we just need to get him to Mars to get him the proper treatment. In a couple 
of weeks time, he can be as healthy as he was before," Nadia was thankful that she was 
telling the truth. She was certainly building it up positively, but she was still telling the 
truth. He hadn't been sick for long, and his cancer was due radiation bombardment, a 
once in a lifetime factor. His leukemia, lung, and throat cancer were all treatable, and 
they weren't going to kill him, if he got treated properly in time. That was a very big if to 
her.

"You, you really mean it?" Terra asked, wanting to be hopeful for him.

"Yes, he just needs treatment, and he needs to want it. He didn't seem to want to agree to 
get a scan, he left before I could even talk to him. Probably that…Giselle" Nadia said 
disapprovingly, stopping short of cursing. Terra just prayed quietly to herself that he was 
willing to do it for her.

*

Sergio shook his head, he didn't enjoy going through someone's personal possessions. He 
knew that David was off getting his scan, and at the time, his room was vacated. It wasn't 
difficult for him to find what he was looking for. In space there aren't too many places to 
hide something effectively. A stash that could be hidden in a box, or a shoe, inside of a 
shirt pocket or stuffed up in some nook or cranny didn't work nearly as well as it did on 
Earth, or Mars. 

And so it only took a quick perusal to discover where they were. It was funny in a way, 
the stimulants themselves seemed so innocuous, not just in appearance but in description. 
Just something to keep someone's attention, to help them work their way through a tiring 
time. There had been various energy concoctions for centuries now that promised 
improved vitality, this had seemed like just another quick fix. Of course these were more 
powerful and were only for medical emergencies. Sergio hadn't done his research, he had 
been too wrapped up in his own business, mainly drinking and flying the ship about. He 
had spent more time concerned with the ship than with the people in it.

That was over, he was sure of that much. The stimulants in hand, he exited David's room 
quickly. He knew that the boy would be back soon, and that he would have a limited 
window of opportunity to take care of everything in one fell swoop.

He entered the elevator, relieved to find that he was alone. He grinned at his own 
planning. He knew that Nadia would be busy taking care of the boy's scan, and reporting 
it to that redheaded girl. 'Honestly, I understand him, being a healthy young boy, but I 
can't get what she sees in him,' he snorted to himself, knowing he didn't understand 
women all that well. He had sent Giselle off to busy herself elsewhere, giving him the 
freedom to work without her breathing down his neck.

He got off the elevator, at this time there wasn't supposed to be anyone on this floor, and 
he had purposely turned off the internal cameras for this level. Ever since he had gotten 
his first whiff of possible treason he had covertly reactivated them. Thanks in large part 
to the crew's work, especially David's, the ship was set to have enough energy to 
perform the crucial slowdown necessary to land at the planet. 'Assuming they don't blast 
us out of the sky first!' he grinned pessimistically. 

He opened the door to the medical facility. It was a rather small room in all actuality, and 
bore few medical devices. The scanner had been moved out because of the room's small 
size. He had never used the facility as it had been intended. People didn't really get hurt 
in space as much as one might think. Since the loads were weightless in zero gravity 
space, there weren't any accidents with loads falling on anyone, or people throwing out 
their backs. There weren't many cuts or bruises either, and he hadn't seen anyone break a 
bone. What few firearms there were on the ship were under his careful eyes, so gun 
wounds weren't an issue. 

The room acted more like a medical supply closet. While the medication was supposed to 
be closely monitored, he was lax in his efforts. The system was set up with an automatic 
safeguard that would inform him if anyone were abusing the medication.

He punched up the stimulants on the computer terminal, and checked who had used what. 
He frowned as he realized, all too late, that David was a crafty boy. He was aware of the 
boy's skill with computers, but didn't realize the depth of it. The stimulants were reported 
to have been used throughout the entire ship, with each member having used it once or 
twice. He snorted indignantly as he saw his own name, having used the stimulants twice. 
The ship's stocks, which had been almost at full less than three months ago, were now 
more than half empty. 

He sighed, and used his computer override command, and opened the case. He removed 
the remaining stimulants, and thought for a second. He looked over the remaining 
medication. He left the antibiotics and common cold medications, along with the 
bandages, and picked up everything else. Placing it in a bag generally used for medical 
waste he thought to himself, 'Well, it will be waste when I'm through with it.' He looked 
over the bag, before taking one medication and putting it in his pants pocket.

*

David balled his fists up tightly, trying to will his anger away. He wasn't angry with 
Nadia as much as he was indignant at being forced to take the scan against his will. She 
was just a pawn, being used like him. He was unable to determine that he was more upset 
at the notion of being called out than he was about being forced to do something he didn't 
want. He maintained being treated as a child and being forced to undergo the medical 
scan as the blanket reasons for his anger. 

In actuality, his anger was the only thing that was keeping him going. He had worked for 
over sixteen straight hours, and didn't sleep beforehand. The stimulants and his foolish 
fight with Terra had kept him up all night. He didn't want to go to bed mad, but truthfully 
he didn't want to go to bed. Just another excuse. He pulled his door open before 
slamming it shut, however in space the noise wasn't as impressive as it was on a planet. 
He went instinctively for his desk.

"What the fuck?" David asked himself. He was sure that he had more stimulants in his 
desk, right where he had left them when he had gone to work. He kicked the empty desk 
drawer, it didn't close completely but he didn't notice or care. He was already out the 
door, and marched as quickly as he could towards the elevator.

His mind was focused only on getting a fix, he hadn't stopped to consider just what had 
happened to the drugs remaining in his desk. His indignant attitude over the scanning had 
made him angry enough to not waste much of his time over the cause of its 
disappearance. Instead he was just focused on getting to the medical supply room, and 
getting a new supply.

He opened the door, and nearly walked into Sergio.

"Hello David, how are you?" Sergio asked, standing in front of the medical supply 
cabinet.

"S, Sergio, what, uh, what are you doing here?" David asked timidly, eyeing the 
doorway.

"Just had to take care of some spring cleaning," Sergio tried to seem nonchalant.

"It's uh, its October," David said falsely, it was actually November 2nd but he hadn't 
checked a calendar in some time. It didn't matter for him.

"That it is, that it is, but to a larger point my boy, what is it you are doing here?" Sergio 
didn't feel like beating around the bush right now. He had planned what to do, and he 
wanted to get it all over with.

"I uh, I," David scratched his head awkwardly.

"Got a headache?" Sergio asked sarcastically.

"Hey, it's none of your business," David said a little defensively. He was still angry, but 
now he was starting to get afraid, afraid about being denied his fix.

"Well, perhaps so, perhaps so," Sergio sidestepped the cabinet. "It's all yours my lad, all 
that's left."

"What?" David squinted his eye at the taller man. 'Is this a trick or something?' he 
wondered. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to seem nonchalant, stepping towards the 
cabinet. He didn't even have to open it to see the real reason Sergio was here.

"What the fuck did you do?" He yelled. 

"What I had to do boy, don't you get it?" Sergio tried to reason with him, despite the fact 
he knew it to be fruitless. "Think about everything you've done, how much of your life 
you've fucked up royally. How much of your own body that you've fucked up now, 
beyond repair!"

"It's none of your fucking business, where the fuck did you put the goddamned fucking 
stimulants!?!" He screamed.  

"They're gone, more kilometers back than I can count," Sergio said emotionlessly. 

"What the fuck do you mean they're gone!" his hands, already balled up into fists, rose to 
his shoulder level. 

"I didn't have a lot of time to take all of the medication to the airlock and boot it all out 
of the ship, but I managed to eject every last bit of the remaining stimulants," Sergio said 
smugly.

"Why, why the fuck would you do that?" David's eyes were tearing up, his mouth was 
dry, and all he could feel was his heartbeat thump thumping away madly in his chest.

"David, god boy you are fucking stupid, because you were going to take them, you were 
going to abuse them and become more of a junkie than you already are. You were going 
to take them until your brain burns itself out, and then you were going to take them some 
more, because you can't deal with the shit you have to," Sergio said, preparing himself. 
"Your dad fucking died David, your friend died, and if you don't stop acting like a stupid 
fuck, you are going to die, is that what you want?"

"You have no fucking right to talk about my dad!" David shouted, pulling his hand back 
he wound his arm up before swinging right at Sergio's face. In his angry and tired state, 
his fist didn't find anything other than the air. 

"Oh boy don't go for the finishing blow in your first swing," Sergio said, egging him on 
as he sidestepped the angry fist. 'All according to plan' he reckoned. In retrospective, he 
believed he should have chosen a larger room, for maneuverability's sake. Or someone 
else to absorb the blows.

"Fuck you!" David spat out, his saliva flying into the air and floating out. He lunged 
towards Sergio again, this time his left hand barely grazed the captain's shirt, clutching 
onto the shirt. 

Sergio's arm chopped downward hitting David at the wrist. "Oh, almost my boy, almost," 
Sergio taunted as he broke free from his grasp, and side stepped towards the doorway. 
His arms rose to defend a couple of hard blows against his forearms before he stepped in 
back in the doorway.

He reached into his pocket and grasped onto the final piece to his puzzle.

Everything in David's vision was tinted with a red hue. Furious anger overcame his every 
sense of being. A rage that was centered in the most primal animalistic part of his psyche. 
His body was set in a killer stance, ready to leap at Sergio like a caged tiger finally let 
loose. His muscles felt taut against his body, flexed like never before in anger like 
nothing he had ever felt before.

He pounced forward, his outstretched arms reaching towards Sergio's throat with a killer 
intent. His hands wrapped themselves around his neck his grip tightening in his rage. 
With all the adrenaline coursing through his system, he didn't feel the slight pinprick in 
his side, but the effect began to take hold within moments.

His grip weakened, his attention began to wane. He felt lightheaded for a moment, then 
deathly tired. His eyes shut against his own will, and only a few moments later he was 
unconscious.

Sergio groaned as he pushed the boy up off of him. He was thankful for one thing, he had 
guessed the right dosage. Or at least he hadn't underestimated. He hoped that Giselle 
hadn't gotten her job done yet. He didn't want to have to explain why he was carrying 
around David's unconscious body. 

*

"What do you think Yoshi?" Nadia asked, showing him the pad.

"Well, he's definitely got cancer, he's got a malignant tumor almost the size of a gumball 
in his left lung," Yoshi looked over the pad. "Sucks to be him."

"Yoshi, this is serious!" Nadia shouted.

"I know, alright, and it does suck to be him Nadia. But lets get down to the real reason 
that you're here," Yoshi leaned in towards her, whispering, "Why they aren't working."

"Well, do you have any idea?" Nadia asked impatiently.

"You could give me more than two minutes with this thing," Yoshi said, rubbing his 
eyes.  

"Sorry, but, god, this is really important," Nadia backed off a little.

"I know, I know. I've been screwing with this stupid data about Mars forever, getting 
nowhere. That's a whole planet, this is just some kid," Yoshi said, looking over the 
statistics. 

"He's not just some kid, alright?" Nadia said defensively, "Terra's turned him into her 
pet project, he's the first person she's trying to help. After all that's happened to her, we 
have to help her try to help someone."

"She's…oh, that's right, it's her first boyfriend," Yoshi had heard a number of the 
crewmembers talking about the two, apparently it was some surprise, and David had won 
some wager as to who could get in who's panties first.

"He's not her boyfriend, alright?" Nadia said exasperated.

"Alright, alright, wouldn't he be in for a big surprise if he were?" Yoshi snickered at the 
thought of Terra making love. She seemed so inexperienced, so chaste, to image her 
having sex would be like seeing a nun having sex. Well, then again he had seen one film 
called 'Bad Habits'…

"What?" Nadia asked suspiciously.

"Oh come on, she doesn't even know how to kiss, let alone, well, you know," Yoshi said, 
chuckling as he thought of the naďve and chaste Terra politely asking her way around in 
the bedroom. "Wait, what did you think I meant?"

"Oh uh nothing," Nadia said, pointing at the pad, "What about this?"

"No, what did you think I was talking about?" Yoshi leaned in to Nadia.

"I, I thought you were just being a dirty old man again," Nadia said disapprovingly. "Half 
afraid you'd want to get in her pants."

"Always has to be against me, huh?" Yoshi snickered. "Fine, but honestly, she is a pretty 
young one, you ever think about what's going to happen when she finds some boy, or 
hell, some girl even? They're going to take advantage of her, then what happens?" 

"I don't know, I didn't really consider it," Nadia lied, rolling her eyes.

Yoshi imitated the action of someone cutting his neck. "They're gonna be dead, fucking 
dead, you know Kyle, she'd kill anyone who touched her kid. After having to wait her 
whole life just for the chance to have Terra, you think some punk kid like David is going 
to be able to lay a hand on her and get away with it? Or nail her and forget about her?"

"You talk like we've already found her," Nadia said glumly.

"Well, it's better than talking like we'll never find her," Yoshi shrugged, then scratched 
his left breast before passing gas. 

"Ever so ladylike," Nadia held her nose. "God Yoshi it reeks!"

"Hey, I'm not a lady," He said, thumbing through the scan from the pad. "Anyways, is 
there any reason that we can determine why they don't work specifically on him? Some 
separate factor?"

"No, if it weren't for you I would think it was his sex, but the nanos don't seem to 
discriminate by gender. There don't seem to be any discernable factors that would 
prevent them from interacting with his immune system. They're functioning, but they 
aren't working with his autonomic system," Nadia didn't want to ask Yoshi for help. She 
didn't enjoy feeding his already inflated ego by reinforcing the idea that he was more 
knowledgeable about anything. 

"Huh, this is strange, what's the hell is up with his body?" Yoshi pointed.

"What do you mean?" Nadia asked, looking at the pad.

"Well, look at it, his hormonal levels are all out of whack, his blood pressure, his 
heartbeat, and heart rate are way high up there for a kid his age, he looks like he's 
anorexic, and his brain chemistry is all messed up," Yoshi frowned.

"What the hell is up with this?" Nadia took the pad from Yoshi's hands, oddly feminine 
and smooth now. "What the HELL is up with this?"

*

David rubbed his head, his eyes groggy from the tranquilizers coursing through his veins. 
His eyelids, heavy with unnatural fatigue and burdened further with the lack of 
amphetamine stimulants, slowly begin to crack open. His vision, blurry and hazed, made 
out the vision of Sergio obscuring the bright light shining in his eyes. His memory was 
failing him, but he felt a certain residual anger, a feeling that Sergio had somehow 
wronged him, under his weary exhaustion.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," Sergio said sarcastically, lightly tapping the side of 
David's cheek. If there was gravity he would have dunked a bucket of water on his head.

"Whaa?" David slurred, he struggled to keep awake. He tried to lift his arm to touch his 
face, it seemed as if it was tethered down.

"Oh David my boy, I'm afraid that we can't let you go running about the ship anymore. 
Mutiny. It's a nasty thing that," Sergio said, taking a sip from his flask. 

"Mu…?" David tried to ask, his mind was still struggling to remember, to make sense of 
everything.

"Yes my boy, mutiny. Now, under normal operations of a ship, I could toss you right out 
the airlock, but we don't really have a lot of energy, and I don't want to bother doing it," 
Sergio said, feigning disappointment. The red marks around his neck hadn't improved 
much, and he wanted to enjoy a little fun. He had delayed kicking him while he was 
unconscious.

"Air…whaa?" 'Mutiny…am I…did I…mutiny?' his mind tried to comprehend what 
Sergio was talking about.

"Yes my boy, but like I said, waste of energy, we're going to need every joule for the 
slowdown. Normally, I'd toss you in the brig, but wouldn't you know it? The brig is on 
one of the floors that are depressurized. So that too, won't quite work," Sergio shook his 
head. "It's getting to be like a captain cannot run his ship anymore."

David moved his head forward slightly, his body lifting from the small exertions, floating 
peacefully. 

"Now boy, don't get up for me, you need your sleep," Sergio doted sarcastically.

"Ser…go…" David mumbled. His body was weary and aching from exhaustion. 

"What is it? Oh right, right, don't worry about anything. I'm just going to have to relieve 
you of your duties, and confine you to quarters," Sergio said definitively. One of the few 
good things about talking to someone tranquilized was that there wasn't much of an 
argument.

"Con…fine…?" David's body lurched upward. His mind was slowly, bit by bit, 
beginning to start up. He still wasn't close to firing on all cylinders. 

"Yes, don't worry, I won't handcuff you to your bed just yet," Sergio shook his head as 
he motioned towards a set of handcuffs on his belt, "But if it should come down to 
that…"

"No…wait," David tried to slow him down, he was saying things too fast. 

"What is it?" Sergio asked.

"I…you…the stims…" the tranquilized youth was struggling to get his every thought out, 
he was thinking in images, in utterances that had been said and scenes that had occurred. 

"Every last stimulant is tossed overboard my boy. This is a clean rig now, I hope you can 
get used to that," Sergio shook his head. "Sleep it off, if I see you out of your room I will 
lock you to your bed. I took the liberty of activating the ship's internal camera systems, if 
I see you leave then I just might lock you to your bed. I'll have someone bring something 
to eat." 

Sergio stood up, taking one last look at David before leaving the room. His plan wasn't a 
good one, but it didn't have to be good, it just had to work. He felt that he had 
accomplished the simpler task for now. Simple because he knew David had an addiction, 
and he could exercise some control over him. Whether the boy lied or attacked him it 
didn't matter in the end, the problem would be easier to fix itself.

Next was the more difficult task. He believed that there was a saboteur on the ship. What 
made everything worse was that he didn't know who it was, or how to go about finding 
it. And he had no confidant or ally to work with. He looked over everything that he could 
about Nadia, and kept wondering about the woman. 

All of her information seemed falsified, like this was her mother's report. Sergio had seen 
women who had extensive cosmetic surgery before, and some of them looked in their 
twenties while being almost fifty years old. They were wealthy women however, and 
generally not the type to sign up for a Martian Resistance. Or to be a medical doctor with 
almost a decade in personal practice taking care of the mess the Martians left in their 
wake. But on the other side of the coin, she could just as easily have a vain streak in her. 
Her father was a high mucky muck and no doubt with friends in the business.

He didn't know anything about Yoshi either, nor Terra. The only file on a Yoshi working 
with the government was an elderly man. 'Perhaps her grandfather' Sergio snorted. It 
seemed to make more sense for them to be hard to learn about in the end. Perhaps Nadia 
was a mini celebrity, or at least famous or well known enough to be identified. There 
were few operatives that had in depth personnel dossiers. But neither Terra nor Yoshi 
were in the engineering room alone with Flynn. But another person had been.

Giselle. He she had accepted a de facto first officer position. He had been willing to allow 
that to work, without actually granting the position. The men working with him mostly 
believed in the Martian resistance, none as much as David, and they saw her as a leader. 
Rightfully so, she was the liaison to the resistance, and while Sergio had communicated 
with Col. Solomon of the Planetary Information Agency she was seen as an intelligence 
officer. 

That is what perplexed him so. She was the intelligence officer on the ship, de facto or 
otherwise she was the person who knew things. But he realized that he didn't really trust 
her. He didn't believe that she would do harm to the ship, but he didn't believe that she 
couldn't either. Now everything was cast into a different light. He went to his bedroom 
and grabbed a pad. He had collected most of the pertinent information on it, backing the 
rest on another hidden pad. 

The captain groaned and called up a number on his communicator. The pain from 
David's swings didn't dissipate as easily as they used to. 

"Um, hello?" Terra asked a little uncertain, as she answered her first phone call. 

"Hello this is Sergio, is Nadia Bodarko there?" Sergio looked at a bottle of alcohol 
hungrily, putting it away. He would have time for that later.

"Oh um she's not here," Terra answered, looking around the room as though she had 
snuck in unseen somehow.

"I see, Terra yes?" Sergio didn't want to raise the girl's suspicions, not that she seemed to 
have any to him. 

"Yes, uh, how are you Sergio?" Terra was starved from a lack of stimuli and cherished a 
conversation with anyone.

"Ah, I'm alive, that's a good thing. Do you know where Nadia is?" Sergio wasn't 
accustomed to routine pleasantries, and didn't respond to them as well as he could.

"She went to talk to Yoshi, I don't know when she's going to be back," Terra reported, 
not giving it a second thought. She might have reconsidered telling if it was Giselle, who 
Nadia was always concerned with. She just felt she was just doing her duty talking on the 
phone.

"Thank you I'll try her there, goodbye," Sergio said, hanging up.

"Good…bye," Terra sighed, wishing she had something to satisfy her curiosity again. It 
was worse without Nadia there, wondering what was happening alone.

Sergio checked the number for the room Yoshi was staying in and punched it up. 

"Who the hell is this and what the hell do you want?" demanded the cranky and oddly 
feminine voice of Yoshi.

"This is Sergio," he was a little off put by the rude greeting, especially after Terra's kind 
welcome. "Is Nadia there?"

"Yes, I'm here," Nadia looked at the wall comm, wondering what he wanted now. 

"Ah I was wondering if you would come over and speak with me, I had a couple things to 
discuss with you," Sergio tried to sound harmless.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, giving Yoshi a quizzical look.

"It is rather private, I would hope to discuss it in person," Sergio thought for a second, 
recalling her and Giselle's arguments. "Where other people cannot hear."

"What do you mean?" Nadia's interest piqued.

"Just what I said. Come and find out. I'll be at the conference room, I believe you know 
where it is," Sergio said, hanging up.

"What the hell is up with him?" Yoshi wondered aloud. "Is he trying to fuck you or 
something?"

"I don't know, but it sounds like he's onto something…I wonder what he and Giselle 
have been talking about," Nadia considered his proposition. He hadn't been pompous 
enough to try to force her to follow his orders, but he didn't leave much in the room for 
options either. 

"Are you two gonna catfight?" Yoshi asked, licking his chops, "Can I watch?"

"No Yoshi, god your still you inside even if the outside has changed," she shook her 
head.

"Hey, she's not a bad little thing, and I never slept with a black chick before," Yoshi 
admitted. He had a thing for white women, blond white women with large breasts, but he 
knew there was beauty in every race. 'Or in every chest,' he grinned.

"Can we stay on topic PLEASE?" Nadia wanted to hit Yoshi, she didn't care about who 
he slept with…unless… 'No, he's not that stupid' she mused.

"Fine, so you gonna go or not?" Yoshi asked, setting the pad on the desk. It was a 
pointless force of habit, because it began to float away shortly.

"I should go see what he wants. It'll look bad if I don't. Go keep an eye on Terra, alright? 
I don't want her to be alone, if Giselle comes she can't defend herself," Nadia didn't 
think Yoshi could defend himself that much either, but hoped the nearness of his 
lecherous personality might scare her off.

"Yeah, sure," Yoshi stretched and yawned. "Leave the pad here, he might want it from 
you."

"That's actually a good idea," Nadia conceded, something she didn't like to do to him. 

"So are we telling Terra about how bad David's sickness is?" Yoshi asked. With at least 
one malignant tumor in his lung, and another tumor forming around his pharynx and 
leukemia he should be sleeping all day. Plus his condition, whatever it was, had already 
left him in bad shape and was straining his already weak body.

"No, not yet, not right now. She wanted to help him, it's only going to hurt her if she 
finds out he's doing so poorly," Nadia could also have invoked the 'patient's rights' 
argument, but she had violated her ethics already.

"It's only going to be worse if he takes a turn for the worse, or dies," Yoshi pointed out, a 
little flippantly than Nadia would have liked. His life working in laboratories stunted the 
development of his bedside manner. Unlike Nadia who had spent her time practicing 
medicine.

"I know, but if this ship actually gets to Mars then we'll take care of it when we get 
there," Nadia acknowledged that she was walking a fine line, but she cared too much to 
see Terra cry.

"Alright," Yoshi zipped his shirt up to the neck, before looking down. He liked flaunting 
his breasts, after spending a lifetime of watching women do it, and it was more 
comfortable for him. So he unzipped it down, showing as much cleavage as he could 
without his breasts bouncing out. "Let's go."

"Yeah don't tramp it up there Yoshi," Nadia averted his gaze. She felt like she had 
enough enemies on the ship, and knew that she couldn't afford to alienate the two allies 
she had.

"Yeah yeah…I'll go keep an eye on Terra, you go see Captain Nemo," Yoshi shrugged, 
wanting to get a little exercise.

"Just make sure she's safe and hopefully I won't be gone for too long," Nadia said. "And 
don't make her worry about me."

"Alright," Yoshi said, wondering why Nadia seemed so concerned about how Terra felt 
about her. 

The walk was quick and quiet, the two of them didn't talk much. They had expended 
their small talk while they examined the results of David's scans. Even when presented 
with something to discuss, they were largely silent, examine and pointing things out 
rather than engaging in real conversation. They knew that they were missing pieces of the 
puzzle, or at least hadn't identified each of the pieces yet. They just didn't know what the 
pieces were, and didn't know how to identify them. When they reached the elevator they 
each made a quick goodbye and Nadia made her way down towards Sergio alone.

Nadia took her time getting  to the conference room, trying to delay this meeting she 
didn't want to attend. The only thing motivating her was a desire to uncover what it was 
exactly he wanted to discuss, and whether it had any bearings whatsoever on Giselle and 
her 'investigation'.

She stopped, looking at the door. Gathering her strength she opened it, seeing Sergio 
sitting there alone, looking over a pad.

"You wanted something?" Nadia asked, standing in the doorway.

"Yes, yes please come in," Sergio's bloodshot eyes looked up at her. She could see the 
exhaustion that seemed to wrap around him. His neck seemed discolored, almost as 
though someone had throttled him. "How are you doing, do you mind if I call you 
Nadia?"

"That's fine, I'm doing well enough, yourself?" Nadia didn't expect the pleasantries to go 
on for long.

"Good, good, although I could probably use a drink," Sergio tried to sound cheery.

"Ok, what is it?" Nadia stepped in enough to allow the door to close. 'Looks like you 
probably could use some time without drinks' she thought.

"Please, take a seat," Sergio waved towards an empty chair. 

"What is it you want?" Nadia asked impatiently. "I'd rather not waste my time."

"Apologies, but forgive this old foolish man. I just appreciate the company of a beautiful 
woman such as yourself," Sergio grinned, enjoying the chance to be honest about it. "In 
any case, what would you otherwise do with your time, hmm? There can't be much for 
you to do."

"Well, I wanted to look over things, and get ready for Mars. No offense intended but I'm 
not a fan of being up in space, and I am looking forward to getting off this ship," Nadia 
evaded the real question skillfully enough. While her father had served his planet she was 
by no means a military brat, but she was accustomed to the tactics of evading 
interrogation. Lord knows her father had plenty of literature on the subject. Oftentimes an 
answer that doesn't answer the question worked well enough.

"Well I wanted to talk about the…" Sergio sighed, "The unfortunate passing of Flynn. 
Would you mind sitting down? This shouldn't take much time." 

"Okay, what about Flynn?" Nadia wasn't sure what his game was. But she was willing to 
play his it, for now. She sat down in the chair opposite him at the table.

"Well, you must forgive me, but did you know him well?" Sergio reconsidered for a 
second. "I mean, in the short time you two were on the ship together, did you get a 
chance to spend much time with him?"

"No, not really. He seemed nice enough. It's a shame when anyone dies, especially a 
young one like him," Nadia had dealt with patients who passed away, and had lost her 
mother before. She was accustomed to lives being lost, even if she wasn't comfortable 
with death. "I've had to deal with more death than I would have liked."

'Hmm maybe she's not quite the doc she seems to be,' Sergio mused. 'Wouldn't want to 
be on the table with her holding the knife.'

"Yes, it was a shame, he, he was one of the best of us," Sergio head's slunk down. It still 
hurt to talk about him. "I really took a shining to him, he seemed to be able to do almost 
anything. He could talk to even the hardest case, he could even defrost Giselle every once 
and a while. Half of the time I used to think he could run the ship by himself. But you 
didn't spend time with him?"

"Well, he gave us the tour and he showed me around the engine room once, but other 
than that I just saw him a few times in the halls, once in the cafeteria I think," Nadia was 
honest, but wondering where this was going. Another tactic in evading interrogation was 
answering questions honestly, where you could be proved wrong. "He seemed nice 
enough I guess."

"Yes, yes," Sergio tried to read her, however beyond poker he couldn't read faces well. 
Even in poker he had lost his shirt more than once. "What about that time that he showed 
you the engine room?"

"What?" Nadia had almost forgotten about it. 'Why is he asking about this?' "Well, it 
was one of the first days I was on the ship. We walked around, he showed me almost 
everything except for the nuclear core. He said that was off limits. I got the chance to 
take a look at everything, honestly I just wanted to do something besides sit in my room. 
He talked about it for a while, and I tried to be polite but it kind of bored me. Then he," 
Nadia stopped, reticent to explain it.

"What?" Sergio's eyes narrowed, thinking that he had found something.

"Well, it's nothing, but he started hitting on me, so I just tried to let him down politely, 
and left," Nadia felt strange saying negative things about the dead. "Just uh, not quite my 
type."

"Well, I can't blame him for that," Sergio smiled lightly. He knew that was exactly what 
Flynn would have done, he was no stranger to love. Or at least a woman's arms. "Even 
though he was a nice enough boy, I guess he would have been a little young for you."

"I'm sorry?" Nadia's eyes flared for a moment, and Sergio saw it, even though she 
stopped it a moment later.

"Well, let's see, your…thirty seven," Sergio checked the pad for emphasis, as though he 
did not know it. "You look quite good for your age, I hope you don't mind me saying 
so."

"Thank you, yes I'm thirty seven," Nadia didn't like where this was going. 'Could he 
have come up with some new information on the nanos? If the general gave him any 
information…no he couldn't have' Nadia wondered nervously. But she knew there was a 
leak somewhere.

"Mind if I ask how you keep yourself so youthful?" Sergio tried to lighten the 
atmosphere "I'm getting some crow's feet myself, and a few wrinkles. I could use a lift 
but I don't  know if it would quite be worth the cost to repair this mug of mine."

"Healthy living, and a little procedure before we left," Nadia paused a moment, "I hope 
you understand, but it is classified, sorry."

"I see." Sergio wasn't much of a detective, and even less of an interrogator. "There's a bit 
of a little thing here, maybe you might know about it, the cameras were off before, 
during, and after your visit for some time?"

"What?" Nadia was confused at the question. 'Does he think I did something in the 
engine room?'

"Well, starting about ten minutes before, and lasting until a half hour after you left the 
engine room, the audio and video surveillance was turned off," Sergio pointed at a pad, 
with a blank video playing. "Do you know anything about it?"

"What do you mean, do you think that I turned them off?" Nadia tried to make the notion 
seem crazy, with an exaggerated face.

"I never said that, I just wondered if Flynn had turned it off for some reason," Sergio 
shrugged, trying to make it seem innocent. 'Does she have a guilty conscience?' he 
wondered.

"He never said anything about that," Nadia snorted. "Hell I would have pegged him for 
the kind of guy who would want a video of it, if his pass worked."

Sergio laughed, "Maybe you did know the lad well enough, eh? What do you know about 
radiation?" 

"Far too much," Nadia said a little quickly. "I'm a medical doctor, remember?"

"Anything about particle detectors in particular?" Sergio wondered aloud.

"The only particle detectors I've used are for detecting how far radiation sickness has 
progressed. I've dealt with a lot of people who need radiation treatment in my life. 
Helping people who were attacked in M-Day, where so many died. What was uglier was 
dealing with the survivors," Nadia looked away, trying to will away the images still fresh 
in her mind. They never went away for good, even bringing up the topic hurt. The 
children were the worst for her, when at the same time she treated them she had young 
children of her own.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up," Sergio could see that she seemed sincere.

"Its, its okay," Nadia licked her lips, her mouth was dry. "Is this about David? Is that it? 
I'm a certified M.D. I've helped hundreds with radiation therapy, not everyone lived, it 
doesn't work that way. You want my professional opinion? Is that it?"

"Yes, yes I would," Sergio leaned back in his chair. He had almost forgotten in the 
intervening time that he had gone a scan. He was more concerned with his own injuries, 
which were nothing compared to the boy's. He didn't pick up Nadia's skillful changing 
of the subject.

"I can't divulge his personal history, he has rights as a patient," Nadia decided to finally 
play that card.

"If you are concerned he has signed away his right to medical privacy, allowing me to 
know about any medical impairments that may affect his ability to fulfill his duty." 
Sergio handed her another pad. Nadia examined it for a moment, it was legitimate, an 
oddity to her. She didn't think Sergio was the type to have a paper trail. She double 
checked on it and looked up at him. It legally gave him the right to know about his 
medical history, on the basis of his inability to work could endanger lives. There was 
even a notary, although it could have all been doctored.

"Where in the hell did you come up with this?" Nadia asked, more of curiosity.

"Not my idea actually, something that Giselle came up with, seems that she was good for 
something after all," Sergio chuckled. "The Martian Resistance has expectations of sort. 
They like to think that they have some kind of military hierarchy. In any case, Giselle 
already told me most of it, but I was hoping to get it from a more, well, let's just say a 
more qualified person, eh?"

"It's true, he does have cancer," Nadia admitted, it seemed to be pretty well known 
around the ship now. "He has a gumball sized malicious tumor in his left lung that has to 
be operated on as soon as we can get to Mars. He has another tumor forming in his throat 
that will probably have to be removed with ultrasonic waves. The leukemia treatment will 
be more difficult, he'll need at least two transfusions when we get there," Nadia stopped 
for a second, wondering if she was being graded, or if he actually cared. Or if he actually 
knew what it was she was talking about. "He's alive, and right now it can be treated, 
which is important. Assuming that you can fly us safely to Mars before his condition 
worsens."

"Good," Sergio missed the days of flying around drunk, unconcerned about things. Back 
when he was young and invincible, and everyone was healthy and going to live forever. 

"So, are we going to get to Mars soon?" Nadia asked, thankful to change the subject.

"We're getting there, I've already started a controlled slowdown. It requires less energy 
from the engines and should let us get there without straining the ship any more. But it 
does make us even more of a sitting duck if they see us, getting in will be a problem," 
Sergio admitted, but there was no other way. He was hoping to sneak in the radiation 
ring.

"Is that it?" Nadia asked, wondering what the point of the whole meeting was. She felt 
like she was being interrogated by an amateur. 

"Just one more question, what do you think about Giselle Gabriel?" Sergio wondered. 
Giselle had complained to him before about her, and he hadn't seen that side of her. 
Giselle was almost so calm and collective, her emotions rarely came to the surface, but 
Nadia seemed to have a way of getting under her skin.

"You watch out for her," Nadia looked at him. "She's nothing but trouble. She's snoopier 
than an intelligence officer, and likes to act like she knows it all." Nadia turned around to 
leave the room.

"What's there to snoop into?" Sergio asked, giving her pause.

"Everyone keeps something to themselves," Nadia said, turning her head. "Even if they 
don't hurt anyone, even if they don't matter, there are secrets. And those little white lies 
can hurt when they're revealed. It's not the people who keep the small white lies you 
have to look out for, it's the people trying to find them out. Usually they know more than 
they let on."

Nadia left the room, wondering how well she had done. She hadn't given away any 
important information, she hadn't compromised her situation. He had managed to twist 
her emotions a little bit, 'No, I let my emotions twist me up a little bit.' Nadia realized. 
She sighed, she wanted to hurry back to the room but she needed to walk off some of the 
pent up aggression, she didn't want to go back to Terra upset. She should go check up on 
Yoshi too. 

*

"So, Yoshi, what about your parents?" Terra asked, realizing that she didn't know much 
about him.

"Huh? Oh well uh, both of my parents died a while ago. My mother almost passed away 
ten years ago, my father just three years ago. They're buried next to each other in our 
family plot, back in Japan," Yoshi said, a little disinterested in the conversation. He had 
only gotten there a minute ago, but he quickly realized he didn't have much to talk about, 
and Terra decided to start questioning him about his life. 'Guess she just wants to talk 
about something.'

"Oh I'm sorry," Terra misinterpreted his disinterest as being upset.

"It's fine, it happened a long time ago," Yoshi stood in silence for a bit.

"H, how is David? Is, is he really okay?" Terra asked. She just wanted to hear from 
someone else that he was going to be ok.

"Yeah, I mean he'll be fine, just needs a mechanic," Yoshi chortled. "We just have to get 
there."

"Oh, okay, I, I was worried about him," Terra felt awkward.

"Well, that was a gutsy move helping him out like that. What was going through your 
mind giving him the nanobots?" Yoshi asked, finally happy to have a real conversation.

"Well, he, he was sick, and I wanted to help him. When, when you almost died, I, oh 
Yoshi I cried seeing you like that. I felt so helpless, my mom was taken from me, Tom 
was gone, and you were almost dead. But the nanobots helped you, they made you strong 
again, and I wanted them to do it to him too. Save him the same way they saved you," 
Terra admitted. "I just feel so useless, like I can't do anything. What are we going to do 
when we get to Mars? I don't know anything about Mars. I don't know where mom is, or 
how to get her. I can't offer anything but myself, and I have these…nanobots in my body, 
that's about all I'm good for."

"Well Terra, don't worry, we'll take care of what we have to, we just have to get there. 
Then we'll put David under the knife, find your mom and Tom, grab them and fly back. 
It just takes a bit of time," Yoshi tried to lighten up the mood. "Hell, you know the nanos 
might work, we don't know a lot about these nanos, yours or mine."

"Yours or mine? What do you mean?" Terra lifted her eyebrow slightly, confused.

"Well your nanobots are different than mine are," Yoshi said, suddenly realizing this was 
news to her.

"Really?" Terra didn't know much about the mechanics of her nanobots. She just knew 
that they can make sick or hurt people better, and that they passed along through bodily 
fluids. And that they let her grow her penis.

"Yes, uh, they're both different but they work pretty much the same," Yoshi scratched his 
head, hoping this didn't come back to bite him in the ass. 

"How, how are they different?" Terra asked curiously.

"Well uh, your nanobots are wired a little differently. They're kind of unique really. They 
seem to not only react to you but to the other nanobots around you," Yoshi tried to 
explain without getting technical. 

"How, how do I have different nanos? Did you and Tom make them especially for me?" 
Terra asked inquisitively.

"Oh, uh, no, we're not sure how it all works, to be honest," Yoshi felt like he was back in 
med school being questioned on something he hadn't read yet.

"Oh, but I thought that nanobots can be uh, you know people can get them from spit and 
other…stuff," Terra felt a little shame in discussing it.

"Well yeah," Yoshi said, feeling awkward talking about this around her. It felt strange to 
him, like talking to a person he believed had the sexual experience of a child about the 
nanobots being communicable much like a venereal disease. The results were of course 
much better than any STD. 

"But uh, wouldn't Nadia, have my nanobots?" Terra asked, a bit sheepishly.

"Well not unless you two, well, exchanged any bodily fluids like blood or saliva," Yoshi 
reasoned, watching Terra's face flush red.

"Uh, what about…when we…have sex?" Terra didn't know that the nanobots were 
different. At the time she just thought that nanobots all came in one standard shape and 
size. She just became deathly afraid that her nanobots did nothing, and was worried that 
she somehow took away the strength of Nadia's nanobots.

"Wait, hold up what?" Yoshi did a double take to make sure he heard that right. "You 
two had sex?"

"Y, yes we have sex," Terra said, feeling as though it was inappropriate. Not the act of 
making love itself, not even talking about it, but talking specifically to Yoshi about it 
without discussing it with Nadia before. It wasn't like Giselle or someone else on the 
ship. She had known Yoshi since she was born, literally, although it wasn't that long of a 
time.

"Wait tell me how this happened," Yoshi's interest in conversation dramatically 
increased. "I've got to know, when did you two, you know, do it?"

"Well, the first time," Terra began to say.

"Hold up, the first time? There's been more than one?" Yoshi was salivating at the image 
of the two of them making love.

"Well, yes. The first time was my birthday, I guess that's what I should call it. Well 
actually it was the day after I was born. I was bored and mom was asleep, so I walked 
around until I found Nadia. I didn't really know anything about it, but it just sort of 
happened," Terra wished she could express the events of her deflowering in a more 
sentimental or romantic way but her first lovemaking started mostly as curiosity.

"Wait, you, wow," Yoshi tried to wrap his mind around it all, but was having trouble. He 
was supposed to be the lecherous one, but Nadia was the one who had practically taken a 
newborn to bed with her! "So, was Nadia a good lay? I mean, was she good? Did she 
treat you right?"

"I, I guess so?" Terra asked more than said. "I mean the first time I was so interested in 
what her penis was, and what it was like, that I didn't really think about it. I just followed 
instinct and when I, well, when we finished it was incredible."

"I, huh, that is pretty amazing," Yoshi wondered how to respond to that. "It is kind of 
weird being a futa, I mean before I didn't really have a, well you know, down there…"

"Yeah I remember before I was a futa and didn't have a," Terra paused, then mimicked 
Yoshi's statement, "You know, down there. But you spent time being a boy a lot longer 
than I was a girl."

"Yeah…wait, what?" Yoshi didn't think he could be any more surprised than he already 
was.

"You spent time being a boy longer than I was a girl," Terra repeated, unsure of his 
confusion.

"You, WERE, a girl?" Yoshi asked.

"Y, yes," she was feeling strange from the line of questioning.

"So what are you now?" Yoshi just wanted everything spelled out. 

"Well, uh, a futanari I guess…I have…a penis," Terra mumbled.

"Wait, do you mean you're a futa now?" Yoshi felt like he was interrogating the girl but 
he wanted to know. "Like, a hermaphrodite?" 

"Yeah," Terra answered.

"You weren't born a futa," Yoshi recalled weighing the girl with Nadia and Tom, they 
had checked initially to see if the child would be born hermaphroditic, but she was born a 
normal girl. Or at least as normal as a girl who ages eighteen years in about a day is.

"No, I made myself a futa, Tom told me about meditation," Terra thought she summed it 
up with that statement.

"And?" Yoshi wondered, not feeling the matter as described as she did. "You meditated a 
penis?" Tom didn't quite explain his meditation practices to him that way.

"Well, I just started focusing on my body and I imagined a penis and just kept thinking it 
larger and larger until it was there," Terra acted normally, because to her it was normal.

"Wow, that, I, god I wish I knew about all of this. I have to reconsider how the nanobots 
are interacting with your prefrontal cerebral cortex, this could be fascinating," Yoshi 
thought to himself for a minute. "I guess Nadia kept a little something from each of us."

"I, I wasn't trying to hide anything," Terra said, but she knew that she wasn't trying to 
announce it either, especially with the concern that Nadia had given her about Giselle 
finding out.

"Oh I, I mean what you do in bed is none of my business. I just never knew you two 
were…a couple," Yoshi tried to sound gallant, but the very image in his mind of the two 
making love was already getting his engine going. 

"We, I guess we are a couple," Terra realized. "But, why did she keep it a secret from 
me?" 

"I, I mean look it's not a big thing really, it doesn't change anything with you two. It just 
means that she didn't tell you a little thing. She didn't tell me a little thing either but 
we're still friends," Yoshi tried to cover for Nadia, not sure why but he could feel the 
sadness coming from the girl and hoped to mollify her.

"If it's not a big thing, why didn't she tell me?" Terra wondered to herself.

"I, I can't answer that for you," Yoshi conceded. The two considered each others 
revelations in silence, both of them trying to make sense of it all. 

"Do you want to go get something to eat?" Yoshi asked, trying to change the subject.

"No, I'm, I'm not hungry," Terra was downcast, she didn't feel betrayed so much as she 
was perplexed at why Nadia had kept it a secret. 

"Oh come on, a little walking might improve your mood," Yoshi opened the door, trying 
to draw her out. He could hear footsteps, and looking up he expected to see Nadia 
standing before him.

He was surprised to see Giselle. Her curvaceous body wrapped into a one piece passing 
by him was made all the more enticing by her cocoa butter skin. He waited until she 
passed by, before looking at Terra. "She's the one that Nadia's worried about, right?"

"Yes," Terra answered, somewhat absent mindedly.

"Well I better go keep an eye on her then," Yoshi said, stepping outside of the door, and 
watching Giselle's backside shrink in the distance.

"No, Yoshi, don't," Terra said, stepping out to the doorway.

"Don't worry about it Terra, I'll just go keep her occupied," Yoshi winked at her.

"You, your not going to do anything bad are you?" Terra asked.

"No, not at all. Maybe something nice if she lets me," Yoshi said, seeing the concern on 
her face. "I won't tell her anything, don't worry about it."

"Oh, okay," Terra didn't want to be alone right now, but she didn't want to make Yoshi 
stay. She was having troubles lately describing what she wanted, she seemed only able to 
describe what she didn't want. Since she started to feel useless after finding out that her 
nanobots did not cure David's illness. And she felt alone now.

"I'll talk to you soon," Yoshi said, hugging Terra to make her feel better, before booking 
it in the other direction.

Yoshi could hear Terra called his name before giving up, or at least making his way out 
of earshot. He wasn't too concerned in either case, Terra would be fine in the long run 
once she sorted her emotions out, and Nadia would help her do that. 'Help her do that all 
night long' Yoshi imagined to himself. 

Now was his turn. He had only jacked off once since being on the ship. He didn't like 
space, and even less whacking off in it. The semen flew everywhere and his balls floated 
all wrong. It was just something he didn't enjoy. 

He lost her around a turn and wasn't sure where she was, but had a good guess. There 
wasn't much on this floor, but there was only one thing of note on this level of the ship, 
the galley. 

He slowed down at the doorway, stopping for a moment to allow his heartbeat to calm. 
He didn't want to come in out of breath and heart racing. It would make him seem either 
desperate or creepy, or both. 

He steadied his hand and opened the door, seeing Giselle turn her head to glance at him 
and then refocus on her heating food.

"Why hello there," Yoshi said, walking over to the refrigerator, and grabbed a storage 
container. He didn't really care what it was. "Giselle right?"

"Yeah," was her monosyllabic response.

"Hi, I'm Yoshi," He said, feeling her response, almost as cold as the dinner he 
unwrapped in his hands. He approached her, 'accidentally' rubbing his arm against her 
shoulder as he placed his dinner to be heated.

"I know who you are," was Giselle's annoyed answer. "Mori Yoshi."

"Well that's awfully nice of you to check in on little old me," Yoshi tried to lay it on 
thick. 

"It's more the mystery," Giselle turned around, wondering if she would get anywhere 
with him. "Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, it's classified," Yoshi tried to smile sweetly. "But I want to get to know you, 
if that's alright?"

"What do you want to know about me?" Giselle was trying to figure out what exactly this 
girl was getting at. If she didn't know any better…

"Oh I don't know, what do you like to do? What kind of television do you like?" Yoshi 
tried to sound innocuous. "How long have you been in the resistance? Why did you join 
up in the first place?"

Giselle looked at the woman, thinking 'Is she hitting on me?' The timer on her food 
dinged. She opened little door on it and picked it up, it was warm enough. She never 
liked her food that hot. Even when cooked she always let it cool. It didn't make much of 
a difference for freeze dried space food. 

"I'm afraid it will have to wait," Giselle said, closing the door of the oven and heading 
towards the exit.

Yoshi quickly got up and held the door open for her, trying to be polite. "I can wait, I'm a 
patient ma, woman."

"O…kay," She half expected this strange young Asian woman to ask for her comm 
number. 

"Bye," Yoshi said, admiring her backside as she walked away. She was a bit cold to him, 
but he had tried. It was a start, not a great one but it was a start. He didn't even know her 
sexual preference, it became a whole new thing now that he could only look after gay and 
bi women. Well he could keep looking at them, but they just might not look back. And he 
did enjoy looking at her behind as she walked away. She had the kind of hippy walk that 
he lusted after, he would have loved to see her in stilettos. 

Giselle felt paranoid. She looked back, seeing Yoshi watch her from behind. 'She WAS 
hitting on me.' Giselle just filed the idea back in her mind and tried to hurry along so she 
could eat her dinner in peace. She was really starting to believe that taking the women 
from Earth on wasn't worth the trouble. Even if the resistance was going to get the extra 
equipment that they so desired.

*

David groaned, trying to move his body. He had slept, but for how long he could not say. 
He felt like he was underwater, every motion was slowed down. His mind felt worse, as 
though there were some shroud over it which make intelligent thought impossible. He 
kept thinking in utterances, in short scenes like someone flipping through a television, 
marked by blurry, hazy exhaustion in between.

He kept coming to his fight with Sergio, his anger, how he struck him. Then the 
realization came back to him that there were no stimulants. With the tranquilizer in his 
system he could use a stimulant now more than ever, and for the first time with a 
legitimate reason. 

He stumbled down, swirling in midair as he descended from his bed. His head ached 
from the motion, and in his exhaustion he could hardly stabilize himself. He dragged his 
body towards the desk drawer. His blurry mind did not remember that he had already 
checked there for stimulants before going to the medical facility in the first place. After 
searching through the desk, tossing the contents randomly into the air, he collapsed on the 
floor, ready to give up.

He looked over, seeing a pile of dirty clothes. He remembered that he had changed shirts 
today, after work. He pushed off towards it, clutching it in both hands as though his life 
depended on it. Searching the pockets he found just what he was looking for, the last 
remaining stimulant on the ship.

He felt staggered even floating in weightlessness, but he was able to take the drug. The 
effects didn't take long to manifest.

What had been clouded, hazy confusion was replaced with sharp focused attention. His 
body that had moved unnaturally sluggish was now moving with abundant energy. In just 
a few short minutes it felt like night and day. He was exhilarated, even being confined to 
his room didn't matter right now, so long as he was wide awake and alert.

He did realize that he had nothing to do, and knew that there was no one to talk to. He 
didn't want to even see Sergio again, and he knew that Giselle had a hand in all of this. 
He punched the air twice, aping the motion of a boxer dancing. 'If he hadn't knocked me 
out I would have shown him not to fuck with me' he thought to himself, supremely 
confident in his abilities right now. The only other two on the ship that he knew very well 
were Frank and John but he didn't want to talk to either one of them really. He knew that 
they would give him shit about fighting Sergio. 'Either that or give me a medal' he 
mused. They had been different to him, averting their eyes and staying away from 
conversation, ever since Flynn had died.

'Flynn' David sighed to himself, realizing just how much he missed his friend. All of the 
emotional barriers he had built up seemed to crumble just at the thought of his fallen 
comrade. His body seemed to fall apart, just as his mind did. He still had nightmares 
about him, during the rare occurrences that he would sleep. They were always the same, 
he ran about trying to save him, ultimately never able to succeed. 'My own incompetence 
haunts me even in my dreams' he frowned to himself. 'I just fuck everything up.'

His head turned, hearing a conversation outside his door. He inched over trying to be as 
quiet as possible, made simpler by being barefooted. The gravity boots were not designed 
for stealth. He was half afraid that Sergio was going to come bursting in to sedate him 
again. 'Let him try, I'd like to see his drunk ass in a fair fight.' 

As he approached he could recognize that the voices were not that of Sergio, or Giselle. 
The voices were too feminine, too soft. He stopped cold, finally recognizing the voices.

Terra, it was the voice of Terra. And one of her friends, the Asian one, whose name 
escaped him right now. He yearned to speak with her but his heart was racing, his breaths 
were short and rapid, his body was overcome with a nervous anxiousness that made every 
inch of his skin seem to creep with sweat.

The things he had said to her were so bad he did not know if he could fix it. 'I fucked this 
up bad enough already, what else could I do?' he tried to steady himself.

Opening the door a crack he looked at Terra's face, just over to the side of his door. He 
gazed at her beauty a second, she hadn't noticed him open the door. She looked sad, 
lonely. He cleared his throat as he opened the door completely. He saw her look away, 
like she wanted to book for the door. Just as he saw her begin to turn around he decided it 
was now or never.

"Hey," he said, his voice scratchy and hoarse. "Uh, hey Terra, I just wanted to say that 
I'm uh, I'm sorry."

"What?" Terra stopped, not expecting that response. She peered over her shoulder to hear 
his apology.

"Look uh, I mean I was having a lousy day where I worked the whole time and Sergio 
and Giselle had been giving me a lot of shit, but, I know that doesn't matter. Look, I 
fucked up, what I did was wrong and uh, I just want to say that I'm sorry for it. You, look 
you know I was stupid to act like that, can you forgive me?" David said everything in one 
long cathartic confession. Everything but confessing about his addiction, he wasn't ready 
to confess it to himself yet.

Terra turned around, noticing that he seemed different. He seemed to have a sincerity 
about him that he usually lacked. He didn't seem dishonest to Terra, he simply seemed to 
have a streak of braggadocio.

"I, I forgive you," Terra realized that she had never really had to accept a sincere apology 
like this. Nadia had apologized to her before, but she never felt hurt by anything she had 
done. 

"Hey uh, thanks, you know I was really a jerk and I didn't have a right, I mean uh, geez 
I'm not good at this. Just thanks," He tried to calm himself down but his already racing 
heart would beat just as heavy being near her. His anxiety was making him act nervous 
and he knew he was rambling. 

"Your welcome," Terra smiled slightly, believing there may be some hope for him yet.

"Uh, hey, you want to come in?" David looked at the camera, pointed straight at him. "I 
uh, I could really use some company."

"Oh, I guess I could use some company too," Terra thought out loud. "Are you sure that 
you want me to, I mean, I don't want to hurt your feelings." She felt silly as soon as the 
words escaped her lips, like she had trivialized his emotions.

"Oh, uh, no, trust me," David thought for a second. "I can pretty much promise you it 
won't be a problem. I won't take another stimulant as long as I'm on the ship."

"Wow," Terra said, thinking that she sounded patronizing. "I mean that's really good for 
you. I, I guess you were right, you weren't, I mean uh, you didn't have a problem, you 
weren't…uh, nuh, never mind." 

"Oh," David said, wondering for a second about his addiction. He didn't want to admit it 
to himself but he knew he would have continued using the stimulants. "Yeah, yeah 
please, come in," he said, trying to clear his mind. 

"Thanks," Terra said, looking around at the room. The contents of the desk were floating 
about, she almost walked into some of the debris. 

"Oh shit I'm sorry I uh, I was looking for something, let me just clean up this mess," 
David grabbed the floating debris from the air, stowing it in his other hand. He opened a 
drawer, and opened an internal bag attached to the drawer, filling it with the debris. He 
looked into the drawer after closing the bag, and saw the bottle of scotch floating. He 
pondered it for a moment before pulling it up.

"Uh, can I get you a drink?" David asked, trying to sound polite.

"Oh, uh, I shouldn't," Terra remembered the repercussions of her other night of drinking.

"Oh, that's cool, that's cool, I don't drink all the time either. Just with everything going 
on, with me and Sergio and Giselle, and Flynn…the ship and everything, you know, just, 
could use a bit of a break. Do you mind if I have a drink?" David didn't want to offend 
her this early, especially now that he was trying to give her a better impression than that 
of an addict.

"Oh, no, it's okay, you can do what you want," alcohol didn't seem to carry the same 
negative connotations that the stimulants did to her. She was timid around him, after his 
earlier outburst. Still, she wanted to believe that he had changed, that he was doing well, 
doing better. "Um, do, do you know how close we are to Mars?"

"Just a few more days really," David estimated, they were getting close to where they 
were supposed to be, but he hadn't had much of a chance to check on the specifics. 

"Really?" Terra felt optimistic, hopeful.

"In a rush to see your mom?" he took a long, hard drink.

"Oh, well, it's not like I'll see her when I get there, but I just feel like I'll be better off 
when I get there. When I'm near her, where I can try to do something," the edges of 
Terra's lips began to turn upward at the hope of seeing her again. She was used to the 
prolonged feeling of absence, even if it still hurt.

"Sounds nice, a real family reunion," he sighed into the bottle.

"What, what about you? Are you going to see your family?" Terra noticed his mood seem 
to swing. 

"I uh, don't really have a family anymore," David took another swig and wiped his 
mouth.

"Oh, I'm, I'm sorry," Terra didn't think that asking such a question was so presumptuous. 

"You didn't know," David sighed, slinking his head back. "I'll save you the question, 
when I was just a little kid, my parents were both members of the opposition party. They 
believed in open relations with Earth, anti globism, all of that. Thought they could 
actually get the government to give a damn and change their minds." David took a swig. 
"When M day came, and they bombed Earth back to the computer age, my parents 
jumped on board a ship, not too much different than this one. I guess it was created more 
for luxury and ferrying people. Unlike this hunk of junk made for carrying heavy 
equipment. Or so they tell me."

David took another swig, noticing Terra's large, round, beautiful eyes were hanging on 
his every word. He smiled for a bit, appreciating having someone listening to him. He 
handed the bottle over to her, and she took a swig long before she realized she was trying 
not to. The painful sting wasn't as bad as her first time, so long as she maintained smaller 
gulps.

"Anyway, long story short, the ship was attacked. Critical engine failure, explosions, 
atmospheric decompression, everyone was crazy. We started to run to an escape pod, but, 
there wasn't enough room in it. Mom shoved me and dad in. That was the last we saw of 
her," David sighed, trying to hold back the tears, an exercise that did not become easier 
with practice. "Oh sure there were other escape pods, but ours was the only one that made 
it down without being caught by the Martian Military first."

"So, you never saw, oh god the whole time I was complaining about not seeing my mom 
for weeks you haven't seen your mom since you were a kid," Terra sipped from the bottle 
again, suddenly realizing that the pain she felt was not unique to her. She didn't want to 
ask the next question. 

"It's not your fault. I mean hell, I was like that about your dad," David sighed. "I grew up 
as a member of the resistance, a peripheral member. My uncle, my mom's brother, was 
the leader there."

"Wait, your uncle is James Tracy?" Terra asked, using her eidetic memory. She had 
learned about him from Giselle's report, but she never knew that David was his relative. 

"Yeah, the famous Jim Tracy," David sighed.

"So, you grew up in the resistance then?" Terra never had any idea about this. The story 
was so sad, but she wanted to hear it. She wanted to at least be there for someone. The 
sorrow in his voice distracted her as she continued to drink.

"Not really. He was big in the resistance, and he knew how to keep me and my dad safe, 
without making us targets. At least we figured. I grew up with other kids, we played and 
all of that, went to school, the whole childhood. We weren't in camps, we were just kids. 
It's not like I grew up to be a terrorist or an assassin. If anything, uncle Jim wouldn't 
allow it. He never wanted me to even have a part in the resistance. When the ring began 
to form around Mars, my uncle managed to get me a job working on this hunk of crap, at 
my dad's insistence. Keep me safe up and out of the way. But my uncle, well, he just had 
a way about him. He never wanted to kill anyone he didn't have to. Some people called 
him a genius, a hero, a humanitarian," David said sarcastically, he had begun to get sick 
of hearing about how great his uncle was. 

"I guess he was a good guy. Took guts, you know. he used to lead all of that crazy stuff 
that the resistance did. Never took down a guy who didn't have it coming. Never bombed 
civilians, or hurt the essentials. You know, food, electricity, communications, all that. He 
just attacked military targets. But I guess…In the end it didn't really matter," David 
motioned over at the bottle that Terra had been sipping from. Terra hadn't realized just 
how much she had been having, she was starting to feel that warm tingle in her as she 
handed it over.

"Thanks," David took another long and hard drink. "Seven weeks ago, well, the Martians 
did a thorough attack on the resistance, after they figured out how bad the whole Phobos 
thing was going to be. My uncle James was taken in, my dad…wasn't so lucky," David 
couldn't hold back the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "I didn't even find out for 
like a week later, and even then, it was on the news, it wasn't even like I heard about it 
for real. It was like learning about a celebrity dying, 'Oh hey did you hear? Your dad 
died?'. He wasn't even some kind of freedom fighter, he just wrote editorials, articles for 
the resistance, and he hadn't even done that for over a year. I didn't even get to say 
goodbye, or anything? I, I just…" he found solace at the bottom of the bottle. 

"I, oh god I just wish that I could do something for you," Terra realized that she had spent 
so much time moping around, wallowing in her own self struggle to deal with the short 
absence of her mother. Even compared to David, she had spent more of a fraction of her 
life spent with Kyle than he had with his mother. 

"It's…it's okay," David took another long gulp and handed it to Terra. She did not know 
what else to do, so she drank as well. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up the past like 
that. You just got me thinking about it, and it was just…never mind. Here I have the 
prettiest girl on the ship and all I can do is whine and moan like a baby."

"You…think I'm pretty?" Terra asked, picking up on David's not so subtle hook.

"Yeah, I mean I'm sure you know that you're pretty. It must be easier for you," David 
thought aloud.

"No, it, everything seems hard for me. I can't seem to do anything right. I just stand by 
and the worst things happen. My mom was abducted, my friends were attacked and hurt, 
Flynn died. And all I did was run away. Then I just stood by. I couldn't do 
a…damned…thing," Terra took the bottle, slugging down another mouthful, this time a 
large one. "All I have is a face, a body, but it doesn't make anything easier. It doesn't 
make me happy. All I want is my mom back."

"Well, at least you can get her back. And you still have a pretty face," David mused. He 
took another swig. "I still don't get how I could forget kissing you."

"Oh, well, uhm, I think you were…sleeping," Terra admitted, feeling the warm airy sway 
of intoxication.

"You told me that before. Did you kiss me when I was asleep?" David didn't know if he 
would get another opportunity to ask.

"Uh, yeah. I mean I guess so," Terra didn't want to talk about the subject.

"Huh, well, I can't really complain. So, what do you do?" he said grimly, looking at the 
bottle before passing it. 

"What do you mean?" Terra drank again, knowing that she was drunk, and enjoying the 
inebriation, if not the conversation. She felt like she was doing good, just to be with 
someone in pain.

"When you feel bad. When you miss your mom, when you can't do anything, what do 
you do to fix it, to make it all better?" he asked. He hadn't realized just how much the 
two of them shared in common. 

"I, uh, I just try to be with the people that I care about. People like Nadia, and Yoshi. I 
used to spend time with my grandmother, my aunt, and my cousin. I just, I try not to be 
alone," Terra realized after saying it just how much she meant it.

"Makes sense, I guess. Seems like," he sighed, taking the bottle from Terra's hand and 
downing another swig quickly. "Seems like I'm always going it alone."

"David, you, you have people who care about you, you really do. I, I just wish that I 
could do something," Terra lamented the situation. She had wanted to be with him to help 
him. She wished that she could do something to make the nanobots help. She could feel 
his pain, not just the emotional strife. In her heart she shared the same longing for 
someone. She knew that she might be able to find her mother, but David, he was truly 
alone. Except for right now, Terra wondered how often he had someone who cared about 
him spend time with him.

But here she was, with him now. She wanted to ease his pain, she wished there were 
something she could do. However, she had already done the only thing she believed 
herself able to do, she had transmitted the nanobots. Even if they didn't work she didn't 
know what to do. 

'Except…' Terra thought to herself. She looked over at him, so lonely, such pain. 'He 
does think I look pretty, and I have already kissed him. If, if just for a moment I could do 
something.'

Perhaps it was the permeating feeling of sadness, or the alcohol. If she were less 
intoxicated it might have been rationalized as a way of giving him more nanobots, in an 
attempt to further help him. No matter what the reason was, what was important was 
what she did.

She kissed him, open mouth, taking him completely by surprise.

'Oh shit, okay, she's kissing you, be cool, be cool,' David thought to himself, trying to 
steady his mind. 'Don't forget it this time. Okay, just, just keep kissing her, that's good. 
Oh shit, she's opening her mouth, what the hell do I do? Okay, just, do what she does, oh 
god that feels so good. How is she doing that with her tongue? Okay, just, try to like, 
massage her tongue just like she's doing.'

Terra's tongue positively danced in his mouth, and he did his best to follow suit, feeling 
her tender lips pressed against his own.

'Oh god, okay what do I do? Shit, I, I can't like, touch her yet right? It hasn't been 
enough time. Oh shit but she's so hot, okay, okay chill out,' David's inner voice was 
running a mile a minute, almost as quickly as his drug induced heartbeat. 'Okay don't go 
too fast, be cool man come on, BE COOL! Alright what did…Flynn…say? Look put 
your hand around her shoulder.' His arm followed his mental directive, wrapping himself 
even closer to Terra. 

'Okay, good, oh god I can't believe that she's going with this, okay, chill out, take it 
easy, don't get too far ahead of yourself. Oh god her tongue is so crazy, I still can't 
believe that I'm making out with her. Oh man I want to grab her tits right now. They're 
huge and look so perfect god I just want to suck on them. No, don't, just, don't, can't, 
don't…stop!' he commanded his hand, fighting against his carnal desire. 

'Look just play this like your cool. Don't fuck this up. Okay, look, here you go, put your 
hand on her knee, really slowly,' he thought, placing it on her clothed knee. 'Okay good, 
now just keep kissing, keep kissing like nothing happened, oh god how does she do that 
with her tongue? Okay, now just, slowly run your hand up to her thigh, there you go, 
there you…' his hand stopped moving.

'What the fuck is that?' he thought, feeling a bump, a hard lump on her thigh. 'What the  
FUCK is that?' his tongue stopped dead as he grabbed it, feeling the hard bump. 'Is 
that…is that a dick?'

He pulled his head away from Terra, still holding her appendage. "What…what is this?" 
he asked her directly.

"Huwha?" Terra's drunken psyche could barely make out the question.

"What the fuck is this?" he clutched on the lump resting on her thigh.

"Oh, that's uh, my penis," Terra said, as though it was a simple matter of fact. The 
alcohol was affecting her more than she noticed.

"You, you have a dick?" David let go of her, unlatching his arm from her shoulder.

"Uhm, y, yeah," Terra began to realize just what she revealed.

"Y, you have a dick?" David backed away from her, his face in horror. "You have a 
fucking dick?"

"Uh I, y, yeah but I also have a," Terra tried to say meekly.

"You do have a fucking dick!" he said, tasting the acidic flavor of vomit form in the 
corner of his mouth. "I can't believe it! I like a freak!"

"I'm, I'm not a freak," Terra said, her eyes welling with tears. "Please don't call me 
that."

"You are a freak! You're a fucking freak with a huge fucking dick! Oh god and I liked 
you to, what the fuck! Oh shit! I like a freak, a fucking freak!" David said, his heart 
racing and sweat pouring out his veins. He kept repeating as he trembled in a near fetal 
position, floating in midair, "A freak, a fucking freak. I like a fucking freak. I like a 
fucking freak. A, a fucking freak. I like a fucking freak."

"I, I'm not a freak!" Terra sobbed, running out the door, tears flowing freely from her 
eyes. She almost ran into the door to her room in her hurry to get away from him.

She wept softly from the hateful words. Her eyes, blurred from the salty tears, scanned 
for anything to dry them with. She saw from her peripheral vision her red hair in the 
mirror, and froze for a second. She wanted to look in the mirror, but she was half afraid 
to do so. Would it reveal the beauty she believed she possessed? Or would it prove her 
fear, that she was a freak?

She walked over to the mirror, examining herself. Slowly she unzipped the front of her 
one-piece bodysuit, exposing more and more of her skin to her judgmental eyes in the 
mirror, as she looked for flaws.

She had lost weight. She must have lost ten pounds since she left Earth, not that she was 
large to begin with. But she felt malnourished, and could see her ribs jutting out under her 
breasts. Her breasts were large, but her nipples were small, they seemed so out of place 
on the large things. Her hips were wide, it made her behind look large, especially 
compared to her small stomach. But the real issue was what she felt so insecure about 
now, that organ that dangled in between her legs.

Her penis. She looked at it, moving in weightlessness. Her testicles hovered and buoyed 
as they would not normally on Earth. The soft, hairless pink flesh of the scrotum, the 
slightly purple circumcised head of the penis, and the shaft, semi hard from her earlier 
excitement. She grasped the shaft with her hand, squeezing it gently. 'Is this it?' Terra 
asked herself. 'Is this what makes me…a freak?'

Grasping onto herself like that, her body couldn't help but react. She could feel her 
already racing heartbeat, throb from the veiny shaft in her hand. She watched, for the first 
time, her body harden. It seemed like a balloon, twitching as it filled with blood from 
each beat of her heart. She was amazed at the sight of it. When she had no penis it 
seemed like a nice little addition, a package, just something that would make sex better. 
Then when she had it she had treated it like a toy, just a pleasure wand. But now she 
realized, really realized that it was an extension of her body, as much a part of her as an 
arm or leg. She had meditated it into existence, and perhaps could meditate it away. 

Clutching onto her shaft, now fully erect and standing proudly before her she came to a 
realization. Skinny stomach, wide hips, small nipples, and especially the cock. She liked 
her body. David's words had hurt her, made her question her own self worth. She felt like 
she could do no right, that her entire life was marked by long stretches of inaction. The 
only thing about her that made her special, was her body, her nanobots. By bringing the 
most prominent indicator of the nanobots in her body she began to question herself.

"Terra?" Nadia asked, staring at the redheaded girl, standing naked before her from the 
doorway. "What are you doing? Why are you naked?"

"Oh, Nadia," Terra turned around, smiling in earnest through the tears. "I, I'm so glad 
that you're here."

"Have you been crying?" the concern in Nadia's voice was both that of a motherly figure 
and a lover. She had walked around the ship, trying to vent her anger, but she never 
expected to see her like this. Then when there was no answer, she had begun to worry. 
She checked the cafeteria first, then ran to Yoshi's, and finally returned to find Terra, 
standing nude. She still didn't know why she hadn't answered the phone. "What's going 
on?"

"Nothing, nothing Nadia," Terra stepped towards her, meeting her halfway in the room. 
She was happy that Nadia was there, she needed her. Her advice, her wisdom, her life 
experience, but right now more than anything she needed her nearness. Her love, Nadia's 
appreciation of her body. "I just, got in a fight, it doesn't matter anymore. You're here."

"Who did you…?" Nadia asked, stopping as she saw Terra's face incoming. Her 
questions would have to wait, as Terra's eager and wanting lips would not. She could 
guess.

As soon as their lips met, Terra's hands were all over her lover's body. Terra drew 
strength from their loving and tender embrace. She was deliberate in her actions. Unlike 
before when she was needy, Terra was being compassionate, giving as much as she could 
with her hands, and with her mouth. Not just the obvious erogenous zones, she explored 
the small of Nadia's back, the full scope of her shoulders, and the slender back curve of 
her neck. Not just fondling her body but feeling and massaging it as well. 

"Terra," Nadia said, feeling the pent up emotional frustration beginning to loosen from 
her stiff and weary body. It had been a long and tiring day, and she could not refuse the 
zealous advances even if she wanted to. Right now Terra's body was exactly what she 
needed as well. She held her off for a moment, opening the nearby drawer and grabbing 
out their usual pregnancy pills. After swallowing them, she unzipped the front of her own 
one piece suit, pulling it down. Terra did the rest of the work, tugging the garment down 
slowly, exposing more and more of her skin. 

Terra's body was already burning with emotion, she had a strong desire built up in her. 
She wanted desperately to skip foreplay and move quickly to the main attraction, but she 
needed to please Nadia as much as Nadia had pleased her.

Terra took Nadia's breast in her hand. The mammary floated freely in space, she placed 
the nipple in her mouth, her tongue encircling the tender flesh, quickly drawing forth the 
blood. She could feel the nipple harden in her mouth. Her tongue flicked it, delighting in 
its taste and firmness. She unlatched her mouth, watching beads of hot saliva float in the 
weightlessness of space before she moved onto her other breast, more than happy to find 
that her other nipple needed no encouragement to harden. Her hands nevertheless 
continued to cup and massage her breasts tenderly, listening intimately to Nadia's groans 
of pleasure. Terra was becoming more and more aroused from pleasing Nadia. It wasn't 
just the sex, it was her nearness, the intimacy the two shared. It wasn't simply grasping 
onto her breast, it was being close enough to Nadia where the breast was there for her to 
grasp.

Perhaps a better indicator of Nadia's arousal was her penis, already erect and poking out 
from her one piece. Terra pulled the one piece down, and lowered her head. Nadia's cock 
was already dripping precum. Terra's eager tongue captured the floating drops in her 
mouth, savoring the watered down flavor as a tease of things to cum. Her lips wrapped 
around Nadia, she could feel the tip of her cock quiver at the feel, expelling a short rope 
of precum directly on her tongue. 

Terra's tongue, already lubricated with Nadia's grease, deliberately began to tease and 
flick across the tender purple head, milking the moment for all it was worth. She 
encircled it just as she had with her nipples, taking her time to enjoy and arouse Nadia 
fully. Her head slowly began to move down, her tongue running wildly across the 
underside of the cock, enjoying sensation of the soft skin on the hard shaft. She looked 
into Nadia's warm and accepting face, and took pleasure from watching the happiness 
she had to offer her.

Terra's hand slowly crept up her legs, reaching up towards Nadia's honey pot. She was 
already wet and ready, absolutely flowing perfervid love juices from her heated sex. 
Terra spread the lips, her fingers collecting the thick, dripping juices. She slowly inserted 
a finger, feeling the tightness of Nadia's pink slit, relishing the sensations. One finger 
quickly became two, and then three, all of them meeting the same rigid but accepting 
tightness. Nadia was soaked, and had more than enough lubrication to make it all 
possible. Terra smiled, feeling like Nadia's body was made for her.

The redhead began to dab her head in reverse concert with her hand. As her head bobbed 
down, swallowing more of her paramour's throbbing cock, her hand would draw out, 
thick long strings of her honey coating her hand, some breaking, others staying solid. She 
would draw her head back, pushing all three fingers in deep, feeling the raw heat that 
surrounded them. Terra was positively drooling from sheer desire, only working to better 
lubricate her mouth as she dipped her mouth lower, all the while teasing Nadia with her 
tongue. 

"Oh, oh god Terra, I, oh don't stop," Nadia moaned passionately. "Don't, don't stop, 
Terra, I, I, I'm cumming!" she groaned, feeling her body spasming simultaneously. Her 
body convulsed, arcs of electricity ran through her mind. She could feel her body 
squeezing around Terra's active fingers. The same convulsion that ran through her 
womanhood ran through the massive shaft of her manhood, as she shot a load deep down 
into Terra's stomach. She groaned aloud, her mind was out of focus, the powerful peaks 
of two incredible orgasms at once rocked her to her very core.

Not all at once, it was over, and she finally could catch her breath. "Oh, god Terra, that, 
that was so good," Nadia tried to be more expressive, but it was the only thing she could 
say right now. 

Terra stood up, Nadia's still erect shaft making a loud noise from the exit. She took her 
hand, licking the remaining juice, tasting both of Nadia's flavor, savoring the mixed 
drink. She kissed Nadia on the lips, the lingering tastes still on her tongue for Nadia to 
enjoy. 

"Thank, thank you," Terra said, confusing Nadia who had been on the receiving end. 
Terra hugged Nadia for a while, she was lost in the rapture of being with her, of being 
with someone she loved.

Nadia knew that it was now Terra's turn. Nadia lowered her head, Terra was slightly 
disappointed at first, but Nadia wanted to change the pace of things. Instead of going 
directly for Terra's achingly hard cock, she instead opted to go after her dripping slit. She 
moved the large dangling testicles up, before Nadia's tongue eagerly dived in, tasting the 
sweet sticky fluids. Her fingers slowly spread the neat, hairless lips of Terra's sex, feeling 
the tender sexuality exuding from her. Her tongue pushed inward, meeting resistance of 
her own. Terra cooed, grasping her hard shaft with her hand, still lubricated with Nadia's 
juices, and began to pump slowly.

"Oh god Nadia, that, that feels so good. Just, just don't move," Terra groaned, she meant 
it. It was rare when all of the attention was given to her womanhood, she had for too long 
focused only on her penis. While it was a great organ it was not the only one, and she felt 
like she no longer had to focus on it for her pleasure. Nadia, her lover, was taking the 
time to give her pleasure. Not just playing with her freakish penis, but not ignoring it 
either. Terra began to understand that it wasn't about the sex, it was about the love.

Nadia's tongue, slick with Terra's own sweet succus, attached on the firm nub of her clit. 
Wrapping her tongue around the hard organ, she pushed a finger into Terra's unattended 
pussy, feeling her body squeeze against it on contact. Nadia was a patient woman, but her 
finger grew bolder with passing time, filling more and more of her paramour. Terra's 
constant guttural groans were more than enough to let her know that she was getting the 
job done, without even touching her penis.

Terra was, however, touching her penis. She spit into her hand, a mix of her own saliva 
and Nadia's juices that still remained. Spit, semen, and pussy juice, were all used it to 
lubricate her hand. She thought about it for a second through the haze of excitement that 
she was deriving pleasure from their commingled juices, and not simply her own. Her 
hand flew up and down the shaft, making loud wet noises as she tried to ponder.

Nadia decided to up the ante, inserting another finger into Terra's snug snatch, enjoying 
the wet sex as it succumbed to her oral and manus assault. Nadia's face was buried under 
Terra's heavy and full balls and ginormous shaft, but she could see Terra's face as it 
twisted and contorted. She inserted another finger, just to relish in the unfettered delight 
in her face. Terra was soaking, and Nadia knew that she was getting close to climax, she 
wanted to see it in her face when she came. She was doing everything she could, her 
tongue was aflare wriggling on the redhead's clit, her fingers were pummeling her pussy, 
buried up to the knuckle with each thrust. In the end what set Terra off was exactly what 
Nadia wanted.

Terra looked down, watching her lover derive the same pleasure that she herself had from 
giving pleasure to her. Just looking down at Nadia's loving face was enough for Terra, 
she came hard. Terra was swimming in pleasure, her mind and her body seemed to be one 
long continuous orgasmic circle. Every inch of her body was enveloped in a powerful 
orgasmic bliss. Nadia watched for a moment, her eyes were almost doused in Terra's 
unstoppable wave of thick, gushing girl cum. She could feel her body contract around her 
fingers, the flow of the hot juices travel down, and the feeling on her face of the sticky 
juices. Terra groaned, her cock began to unload jet after jet of thick streams of sperm, 
flying upward with nothing to stop them. Long intermittent burst of cum streamed from 
her, as she continued her climax, still gushing uncontrollably, her blurry eyes watching 
Nadia's face with sincere happiness. 

Nadia pulled herself back, Terra watched her but was barely registering it. She huffed and 
groaned, feeling happy and exhausted. But she knew it was nothing close to the end.

She held her hands out, and grasped Nadia's outstretched hands a moment later, pulling 
her close. The two kissed passionately, their tongues expressing more eloquently than 
words could right now the emotion they felt for each other. The sadness and loneliness 
for Terra was behind her, the anger and frustration was behind Nadia. Now it was simply 
time for the two of them to be together. More than being together, being together for each 
other. Nadia gave Terra the acceptance and happiness that she needed, and Nadia's 
troubles just melted away when she was in Terra's arms.

"Your turn," Terra grinned and tapped Nadia on the nose. "Give me one sec," Terra 
leaned down, undoing the magnetic boots on her feet, and Nadia's as well. She looked at 
Nadia's cock, licking her lips in desire. She jumped up, relishing the fact that nothing 
would stop her.

"Hey!" Nadia said in false anger, pulling her back down by the toes. Terra slowed 
herself, using Nadia's hips as a landing pad. Nadia grasped Terra's hips, slowly lowering 
the girl onto her. Terra was more than ready, her body was soaking and accepting, but 
Nadia still wanted to take her time and enjoy it. She positioned their bodies, just waiting 
to align it perfectly. Terra felt like she didn't Nadia to be patient, but knew that it 
wouldn't matter. Nadia cared for her deeply, and Terra knew that she wouldn't penetrate 
her body without taking the utmost care and consideration for her.

The fat cock head was aimed just right, and Nadia pushed it in, feeling the same vice like 
tightness. It seemed no matter how wet, no matter how hard that Terra had cum, her body 
was always so incredibly tight. But it always opened for her in the end. 'I guess I have the 
key' she mused. Nadia slowly lowered the girl's body, pushing more of her hard length 
into the redhead's pink wetness. Due to her massive length she could not even reach 
Terra's face, no matter how hard she bent her neck. Terra still held her close, and Nadia 
found solace in her friend's bosom, suckling eagerly on the breasts like a newborn. 
Terra's entire body was doused with sweat, but Nadia could hardly taste it, she was so 
concerned with the ravishing rack before her. 

Terra's legs wrapped around Nadia's shapely bottom, trying to speed up Nadia's 
deliberate thrusts. She groaned at the attention Nadia's was giving her, her nipples felt 
afire with pleasure, the constant flick of the tongue, the suckling, the playful nibbling was 
almost too much for her. She wanted to get off again, she had a burning desire deep 
inside of her pussy, and wanted to be filled, to climax from Nadia's powerful strokes. 
Perhaps most important she had a strong need to be satiated, to let Nadia fill her with her 
cock, and her love.

Nadia took the hint, and began to increase her pace. It wasn't long before they could once 
more kiss, and there was little delay. Their tongues intertwined, each one trying to meet 
the other's zeal, made all the more difficult by Nadia bobbing Terra's body up and down. 
Terra pulled Nadia closely, her arms and legs wrapped around her, and pulled her down 
on Nadia's shaft, penetrating her fully. 

Nadia stopped for a second, savoring the feeling of filling Terra to the hilt. She looked 
into her blue eyes, they seemed glazed by the bliss the two here in. Terra looked into her 
big brown eyes, almost coming to tears at the sight and the happiness she felt. The two 
stood together, speechless as they enjoyed the moment.

Terra's legs loosened, and Nadia took the hint. She wasted little time, and began to make 
love in earnest. Even with her incredibly tight body, she was well greased with sexual 
juices, and more importantly had a carnal desire. Her cock plowed happily into Terra, 
feeling the girl arch her back in an attempt to fill herself up with as much as she could. 
All she needed to move were a couple inches, every bit of flesh was so tight and felt 
marvelous. Terra's cock, now fully erect, rubbed between them, occasionally leaking 
drops of thick white precum over their stomachs.

"Nadia you feel so good in me! Fill me up!" Terra wanted release like nothing else. 
Nadia was quick to comply, her hips moving at an almost impossible speed. The wet 
noises of their lovemaking were only muffled by their heavy breathing and moans as the 
two made torrid love. Their bodies rocked back and forth, in a beautiful and sensual 
dance, both knew their parts all too well. 

"Oh, oh god Terra, I'm gonna cum! Now!" Nadia cried out loud, as she came hard. Her 
body trembled against Terra's, her mind was almost blank from the tremendous pleasure. 
Powerful jets of cum deposited directly into Terra's womb, filling the girl up within 
moments. Rivers of the thick cum continued to shoot in the young girl, the sheer force of 
the seed managed to force its way out of tight seem between their flesh, spilling between 
them. Terra's mind seemed to fill with electricity, her body trembled from the sheer 
sexual energy. At the first drop of Nadia's hot cum depositing in her she came, her body 
clamping down on the thick organ as it continued to fill her. She couldn't control her 
body as she quivered on Nadia, leaving only a low, guttural groan from her vaginal 
orgasm.

The two of them floated in space against each other, Nadia's cock slowly deflating inside 
of Terra, a thick pool of cum dispersing freely in space. Their bodies were racked with 
sweat, and both were heaving with exhaustion.

But there was still Terra's shaft, still erect and throbbing, in between their huddled 
bodies. And it demanded satisfaction. 

"Nadia," Terra said, in between heavy breathes. 

"Yeah?" Nadia asked.

"I, I know you like it, from behind," Terra was having trouble saying exactly what she 
wanted to. "But, I want to see you, if, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure," Nadia said, kissing Terra once more. She lifted her body, floating in the 
weightlessness for a moment.

"Hey!" Terra tried to emulate Nadia's mock anger, but it came out more exasperated than 
anything else. Nadia felt Terra's hands grasp her feet, playing with the tender insoles for 
a moment making her giggle. She pulled her down, this time Nadia took care of the 
positioning.

Terra teased the wet entrance to Nadia's honey pot, feeling the raw sexuality just pour out 
of her, even in her fatigue. Terra pushed the plump purple cock head in the tiny entrance, 
feeling Nadia's body seem to squeeze against it, taking it in but not without some 
resistance. 

Nadia played with her breasts, she was still too far to do much else, Terra's fourteen-inch 
penis made for far too much distance for now. She clutched herself gingerly, feeling the 
sweat act like a lotion, lubricating her playful teasing. She was beyond smelling any foul 
odor now, the room was filled with a permeating scent of unbridled sexuality. Her nipples 
were aching, they had been hard for so long and were on fire with desire. She groaned as 
Terra's mouth latched onto one of them, suckling her harder than her children had. If she 
wasn't in so much pleasure she might have asked her to stop. But with each suckle she 
drew more pleasure from her body, yearning for the night's final release.

Terra pushed forward, relishing the feeling of viselike fit of Nadia's snug snatch. She was 
already halfway there, and had no intentions of stopping. With one more powerful thrust 
her lips could make their way towards the nape of Nadia's neck. She reached her tongue 
out, tasting the salty, sweaty region of flesh, with each thrust her tongue made the same 
headway her penis did. First she could barely kiss above her breast, then just touching her 
neck. Next her tongue made contact under the chin, and then with one fantastic push 
Terra was at eye level with Nadia, her mouth suckling on her ear. 

Terra looked into Nadia's face, the accepting face of her friend, no her lover, and almost 
cried from the happiness and love that she felt for her now. She just smiled, drawing her 
in closely. She was charged by her nearness, her warmth, her compassionate and 
satisfying love, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Nadia's cock had managed to harden again, despite two orgasms it was ready to go. Terra 
reached a hand down, grasping her slight fingers around the meaty organ, and began to 
slowly stroke it. Terra other hand continued to play with Nadia's breast, while her hips 
began to sway back and forth. She kissed her lover on the lips, her eyes open the entire 
time, staring directly into the face of her lover. 

Their bodies, in a passionate and sweaty embrace continued to grind against one other. In 
their exhaustion they fed off of each other's energy. Their bodies started in slow thrusts, 
but quickly increased. Long thrusts, full and powerful replaced the more timid actions, 
quickly returning the two futanaris to the height of pleasure. The smell of sex was 
everywhere, the sounds of their constant groaning and moaning filled the air with a 
beautiful symphony. Their constant sensation of skin grinding up against skin, of Nadia's 
wetness meeting Terra's hardness was almost too much for either to bear.

"OH Nadia, I, I love you!" Terra screamed as she felt her orgasm overtake her. She 
moaned and groaned in low growls, exhausted beyond all measure her instincts had 
simply taken over. She could feel her cock pulse as it unloaded a wave of her white 
swimmers deep inside of her lover's body. Long, thick strands of her thick cum filled 
Nadia's body. Terra's mind was overcome with passion. Pleasure seemed to exude from 
every pore in her body. Every nerve in her body was sending pleasure to her brain, she 
didn't know how long she could take it. 

Nadia could feel her orgasm cum just moments before Terra had announced hers. Her 
body went wild, shaking and trembling, writhing in ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed around 
Terra's shaft, she could feel her body milking all of the cum. She felt like she was filled 
in a second, but Terra kept cumming, filling her up more and more. She felt like her 
womb was a balloon and that it would pop, but eventually the semen managed to break 
through the tight seal between Terra's cock and her soaked womanhood, leaving a warm 
sensation on her flesh.

Terra felt something warm and sticky on her chin, she looked down in time to see 
Nadia's cock begin to cum. Nadia had almost forgotten about it after two orgasms in 
short succession, and in the throes of her other orgasm. She leaned her head back as she 
came hard. Terra was still pounding away at Nadia's tight box, unloading the last 
remaining drops of cum in her. As her orgasm began to subside, Nadia's third orgasm 
was sputtering the last drops of semen in her body, plastering their faces in her thick 
white cum.

The two of them, finally satisfied, collapsed against each other, exhausted like neither 
had known for some time. They floated in space, tethered by their own limbs keeping 
them together. 

"Nadia?" Terra said, her eyes flickering open and shut.

"What?" Nadia asked, her own eyes dull and listless, barely kept open.

"Can you…please carry me to bed?" Terra smiled and tried to look as cute as she could, 
but the face full of sperm did not help. And Nadia knew that the semen in her hair was 
going to be hard to explain, much less clean up.

"Oh, alright," Nadia said, springing their bodies up. "Gimme a little help, push off the 
wall," she instructed. It wasn't graceful but it didn't take the two of them long to reach 
the bed. Nadia strapped the two of them in.

"I love you Nadia," Terra said, hugging her closely.

"I love you too Terra," Nadia said, realizing just how much she meant it. If she wasn't so 
tired, she might have wondered what spurred Terra to say it in the first place. Instead she 
just turned off the lights.



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