I'm a doctor AND an author!
Author’s Preface: I penned this kickass story in response to The Baron’s bitching about how no one writes optimistic science fiction anymore. Eat your heart out, Alastair Hackreynolds!
Jack burst through the membrane that led to the love chamber. He deactivated his skinsuit and already his octopenises were unfurling in anticipation.
“I’ve got gleebing on my mind and NOTHING is gonna stand in my way!” He declared, throwing back his head to emphasize his nano-sculpted jawline. The ancient, classical pop song “Smell Yo Dick” was being piped directly into Jack’s auditory nerve. Classy joint, he thought.
