Our spinning gradually slowed as we basked in the warmth of our mutual climax. I opened my passion sealed eyes to find that Zhang Min was gone. Or I was gone. It took me a moment to figure out what had happened.
I looked down at my arm and it was mine. I looked again, and it was Zhang Min’s. The third time I looked, it was neither, and it was both. We had merged. Our bodies had become one and we were rocketing skyward.
“Where are we going?” I said to myself, to her.
“I promised you a view of the Horsehead Nebula,” she said, I said, as Saturn’s rings receded in the distance.
“But, you said it would take time. That you had to connect to a research telescope to do it.”
“I did.”
“You did? When?”
“While we were making love. I spawned a sub-task to log into the—”
“While we were making lo
