Appeal to the reader.
Before you is a chapter from a rather voluminous science fiction ... hmm, a novel, perhaps, written in collaboration with Niko. I'm not sure if he has a place here, because not so much space is given to erotica, so this chapter is a touchstone, it is quite possible that it will remain here just such a torn piece. You decide.

Chapter 7

Eric Lange.

The seductive roundness of Reese's ass is gently swaying right in front of my face while we make our way around the mine, maneuvering between the wires, mountains of unintelligible metal debris and the Network knows what else - and I can’t help it to completely sting it. With great pleasure, I would give her a good slap, but alas, I now need my hands in order to balance, cling, clutch, lean and do many other important and useful things. And it’s a pity - it seems that now I need to organically lash the lieutenant commander, or even pull off her overalls from her, throw them on the table and tear for four or five hours, interrupting only on smoke breaks, coffee, and, possibly, on devouring.

By some miracle, I manage to interrupt the flow of pleasant thinking activity before I begin to draw footprints on the walls with a member. I hear a familiar name, and eyebrows creep up. It is a pity that Reese does not see this, this phenomenon occurs less often than a solar eclipse on Mother Earth - it’s not that I’m really unemotional, I just have poor facial expressions, my face just play poker.

And, have we already arrived? ... A girl throws her body into the hatch, like a cannonball, by a movement, which I, actually, only saw in marines about something and saw, and never even thought about what I would see alive. I'm not even trying to stop her anymore - Reese will still do everything in her own way, and, in general, this is one of those things that make her attractive to me. All that remains for me to do is to wait until she notifies me that it is safe to climb, and the lieutenant commander is not particularly slow.

The galley reminds me of my own kitchen a little, and this, of course, is not a reason for pride, but it makes me somehow relax a little, breathe out and straighten my shoulders. I am ashamed to admit, but at the second when I see the cake, my stomach makes me feel a painful spasm, and it gives a thundering rumble. Damn, here it is necessary, it would be necessary to eat. War by War ...

“Reese, this is not the right time, but ... we are not far from the living compartment, right?

I'm not sure that she will take the hint, but I have a small ... well, sort of idea. Perhaps she will look at me as a complete psychopath, but if I’m right and we think more or less with an unknown decker, and if we also consider how he expresses his thoughts ... I collect empty ones all over the galley disposable cups, pieces of foil - anything that can be broken into small strips and used as written material. It takes me a couple of minutes to create my own personal masterpiece, but the result turns out to be quite satisfactory - now, next to the cake, there is a folded note that says: “AFK”.

- It will win us some time.

I run the back of my hand over my forehead, leaving a dirty strip on it, and look at Reese. It seems I smile.

- Lieutenant Commander, I do not hint at anything, but you, an hour, was not born on a small farm planet? ..

I hope she appreciates the joke - even though she was on the verge of a foul, I honestly admit it. My mood is too good to hold my wits whipping around, even though I almost lost Reese a few minutes ago. First, not lost. Secondly, she is not only charming and fucks like a wild cougar, if such a comparison can be at least somewhat relevant, she also knows a lot about twentieth-century fiction writers.Amazing combination. I think ... yes, I think I would like to spend more time with her when this is all over. What did I say at the very beginning of this crazy day, take off the capsule hotel for the night? I take every word back. Not capsular, but normal. And not for the night, but for a week, if not for a month. Wallow, eat pizza on an industrial scale, drink whiskey beer and fuck. Fuck a lot, high quality, thoughtful and tasteful.

Tai Reese.

Reese! I shudder, my body reacts to the name even before I realize what Eric said. It's like a conditioned reflex, I heard, dogs are trained like that, and a person is not very different in this regard. Probably, if I had a tail, I would have curled - again, obeying the reflex. Not for joy.

Because the miracle does not occur. I recognized the name and responded, but in my head, in my memory, wormholes are still felt, and memories that are suddenly filled with the wave of a magic wand are not even filled with memories. Reese-to-Hyper and Reese-After-Hyper are two different Reese, the same in shape, but very different in content.

Delving into myself, or, technically speaking, testing the system, I do not react at all to Eric's violent activities, or rather, I see her, you have to be careful if you don’t want to fall back into the trap, but the purpose of his movements remains in parentheses. And only when a short word, brilliant in all colors of the rainbow, from the terminology of computer scientists, appears on the table, I understand what's what.

- And you seriously think that it is so important for him to postpone his crazy plans? Okay. You know best.

I would like to add something like “fisherman fisherman”, in the sense that the psycho is easier to understand the motives of another psycho, but ... But I like this plan. Guessing, I hope, Eric now did not notice the disappointment on my face, because of the breakup with the name, otherwise he will take into his account. And, actually, why not explain yourself, leaving no room for conjectures?

- You know, I forgot my name. Its. I thought, if I remember, then everything will be back right away. Silly, I guess. It's like children inventing all sorts of nonsense for themselves and they believe in it, like not stepping on the joints of the plates on the floor, or someone will die, or not to step over someone's legs, or not grow ... Well, in general, bummer.

It happened. Although at some point the voice passed, well, yes, and so it sounds now not very. It turns out that talking about this out loud is more difficult than just thinking. Yes, in the end, what is so scary about me? So far, except for a hitch with the hatch, nothing bad has happened.

Okay, less lyrics, pull yourself together! Eric, next to you, I seem to be becoming weak. Not in a bad sense, no ... Rather, from an armored shell with insignia the lieutenant commander looks into the light of Reese the woman. Unusually. In its own way nice. And not at the right time.

We are in the galley, there must be some knives here ... Forks, after all! All that comes down for a weapon. In my opinion, Erik is sure that he will not get to the manuscript. But I - no. It will be quieter for me if I have something on hand that can organize a couple of extra holes in our body for our psycho. Although I strongly doubt that there are any kitchen appliances besides the microwave ...

There is. Spoons, plastic. Shikar-rno. Maybe the psycho hid everything? No, where did he have so much time to prepare so well for the meeting? If you only hid it earlier, not from us ...

I walk up to the locker, turn the handle, pull the tightly closed door over me - it's better to be sad with a full stomach, but I refuse to touch the gift cake, you never know, maybe it is soaked with poison, but there could easily be a laxative there. At random, picking up cans from the ship stocks, I shove Eric into the hands of a “cola” package and smile.

“What about the farm planet?” I was born at the station near the star VO-12031925, an unremarkable red dwarf, even without his own name. But the station residents called him Harrison. Few people wondered why, well, the name and the name.And I somehow got into the search engine, and found out that the number of the star coincides with the birthday of one ...