My standard navy issue thermal gloves are good to about -100C. I put my gloves back on, pick up, and carefully examine the steaming blue crystal faithful Rutchy has lain at my feet. It is magnificent save a bit of dog chewing. The ice crystal is sublimating back into gaseous CO2. Cold white vapor spills from the crystal and sinks toward the ground.
“I think we need to talk about appropriate frame protection when you girls play on top the mountain," I lecture.
“Yes, Robert,” Keeka reluctantly agrees.
“Outer space is dangerous,” I firmly remind.
“Yes, Wog,” Robee impatiently agrees.
“Nice girls don’t play in outer space without proper protection,” I scold.
~ The Tree Farm - Chapter 39 ~ Domain of the Titans
Yucca Flats New original artwork series by Paul Hathcoat
"The Juice is Good."
“You Grow Juice cactus here?” I curiously question.
“Sybarinean Spider Weed. We have acres under glass,” notes Captain Imogee.
“What about all the spiders, how do you control the little devils?”
“The spiders pollinate the plant, and control pests. We take good care of them and they take good care of the cactus. As a control measure, we harvest some of the spider larva and pickle them.”
Imogee holds the bottle of golden liquor up to the light for me to see. There’s a long plump, spider larva floating at the bottom of the bottle.
“What the hell is that for?” I recoil in disgust.
“It adds traces of psychotropic compounds to the liquor. I can pour it in your glass if you want,” offers Imogee. “Eat it for good luck and a little extra kick. It’s crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside.”
“I will respectfully pass on the bug, Sir.”
Excerpt: "Seven Sisters" ~ Chapter 4 ~ The Study and the Student
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