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I prep the Starcraft for Translight throttle up a few A.U.s from Henderson’s Gap where my gas emissions will be neutralized by the Ether of the Universe, yet leave Love and Desire unsquelched, as it once did a timeslip of an afternoon ago on Station Zulu in the zero-G sauna when we joked about “floating bits,” and she’d balanced a Brie cheese wedge on her lower back and said, “J’adore le fromage et la merde.”