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was strange; there was something human about them. We have them in the medi-deck. They look freakish; still moving, but nothingā€™s there. You know? Like ghosts.

Terw: No, weā€™re going to have to see.

Hagen: No! Stop! The real purpose of my trip to see you was to tell you that my daddy wants to see you. He knows youā€™re both fucking me, but he wants to assign you to new duties. Okay, Iā€™ll let you boys play; Iā€™m going to get spaced. I got some brilliant yen pox apples. They were really popular on a Venus colony about two cycles ago. I picked a load up, because you know how productive terra-formers are. No, they gave me some cut price, saying the real opium is not as good as synth-opium-trip-shit; as this stuff was artificially cultivated - you hear all that bullshit? - but this shit was also made with modified starches, so it's kinda healthyish. They turned this into apples and effectively found out that they could make synth-opium-apples; fucking trippy. This was due to the apple shortage. They decided -

Terw: Hagen: please stop chatting shit; youā€™re doing my head in! SHUT IT TART-FART!

Hagen: (smiles.) Well, fuck you too. You can kiss my grannyā€™s crusty fanny, you scummy piece of shit.

Terw: Iā€™m sorry, but youā€™re a fucking twat at times. We donā€™t care about what youā€™re doing. Youā€™re always on about you. YOU! YOU! YOU! WHAT ABOUT ME! ME! ME! Is that who you love?

Hagen: Oh, so Iā€™m a hollow bitch now?

Refto: I donā€™t know what heā€™s up to Hagen, he obviously doesnā€™t trust you.

Hagen: I think youā€™re right Refto. At least youā€™ re loyal; you were my favourite, anyway.

Terw: Well, Iā€™m off to see the twat in charge.

Hagen: Go on, you bogey-fucker - I know youā€˜ll fiddle with those death machines - youā€˜re sick, Terw. (Terw laughs, so does Refto. Terw starts to film then, heā€˜s pressed a button on his pad and heā€˜s now invisible even though they bump into him, itā€˜s as if they just ignore him.) Refto: Iā€™ll see you later. Meet me at the spa deck for stasis rubdown

Refto: Sure babe. Sorry about him. Heā€™s got a problem, as you can see, with authority. Maybe he needs more time.

Hagen: Iā€™ll get daddy to get him to see the doctor; heā€™s probably feeling depressed due to space travel, but heā€™ll be okay. I think he should have more drugs, especially if he wants to get on with people and have self-control. Does he eat replicant-food?

Refto: Not the food we have. Heā€™s got other stuff. He says he grew it. But where? Is he doing something dangerous? He does like his moulds and fungi.

Hagen: Iā€™ll get my dad to monitor him. He could be unstable. He is part of a dangerous class anyway, with his background and all that.

Refto: Yeah, I know about his background. Heā€™s bored me with his hardships. You get to a certain stage and just donā€™t want to hear about hardships anymore do you?

Hagen: I agree. Youā€™ve made me horny now - letā€™s have a quickie. Right here, right now.

Refto: Okay.

Refto starts to clothes-fuck Hagen. She stops him.

Hagen: (angry.) No, donā€™t clothes fuck me. I donā€™t have periods, so you donā€™t need to clothes fuck me. I like people watching me; I thought you liked it too?

Refto: Er, yeah okay.

Hagen: Strip me off or do I have to get intergalactic with you?

Hagen rips open Reftoā€™s suit and chews off his tube penis, taking a huge chomp out of it.

Mor-ones
A spacecraft. Reltonā€™s office. Relton is clothes-fucking Doldo. Theyā€™re going at it rapidly, both in spandex undergarments that only reveal the backsides (and the fronts.) Relton comes ridiculously quickly. They get their breath back; a silence. Then Terw walks through the portal door. He stares, then walks out again, as Relton sees him and panics; in his attempt to return to normality his cyberpenis comes off. It is stuck up Doldoā€™s backside. Doldo, not realising, takes an old poster of Earth handed to him by mechanic hands and wraps it round himself. Relton composes himself.

Relton: Yes! What is it?

Terw enters through the portal.

Terw: Ensign Refto and myself, Lieutenant Terw. Reporting for new orders.

Relton: Oh, I suppose you think itā€™s funny to interrupt my meetings? Have you completed your other tasks?

Terw: Yes. About two years ago. Just muddling on, while everything else falls apart.

Relton: Thatā€™s not a criticism of my command is it?

Terw: I suppose - but nothing will change will it?

Relton: You're right. I take it the holo-deck has subdued you. I know it can do that. You lose a grip on reality, donā€™t you?

Terw: I suppose. (Looks at Relton appear with no penis.) Yeah, I suppose it does.

Relton: You see, we had to adulterate the food for obvious reasons. We needed to get off Earth because everything was fucked; but we also had produced too much fake food. We were killing ourselves. But we had real food, but it didnā€™t became real in space climes, if you understand. So what happened was we tried to make the food more durable, but that didnā€™t work. We had failed tests; we couldnā€™t maintain the costs. So we decided to just make substitutes to be on the safe side. Itā€™s not my fault,. But weā€™ve killed all the scientists now. Weā€™ll never listen to market forces again, but we are now on our own. I like Terw. I know you and Refto fuck Hagen. She tells me about it - I see it all for official purposes of course. I would eventually like a go myself. At Hagen that is.

Terw: Sheā€™s your daughter, isnā€˜t she?

Relton: You hearing things? What did you think I said?

Terw: You wanted to have a go - like a sexual 'go' with your daughter.

Relton: I didnā€™t say that! No way! Did I ,Doldo?

Doldo: No, sir, no. Negative. Iā€™m positive about that negative.

Relton: See, Doldoā€™s positive about being negative, so he must be reliable.

Terw: I guess. Iā€™ve had a long day, so itā€™s therapeutic decay now!

Relton: Are any of the crew displaying these symptoms?

Terw: What symptoms?

Relton: Well, whatever it is youā€™ve got!

Terw: Iā€™m tired. Iā€™m sorry. Sir.

Relton: No need to get all defiant. You really do have an attitude problem. Youā€™re going to have a hard time here.

Terw: Look, can you just give me the orders; I will do them then get wasted. You just get me out of here GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Relton: (to Doldo.) Thatā€™s what Iā€™m starting to think; get my gun. A stubborn one, Doldo! I know you like to shoot off.

Doldo goes to get a gun from a compartment ion the wall. He types in an access code and takes out a gun, then types a code into the gun, making beeping noises Terw suddenly goes berserk; Doldo drops the gun. .

Terw: WHY DO YOU HAVE NO PENIS? WHY THAT IS NOT A FUNNY JOKE? Iā€˜M NOT LAUGHING! WHY DO EAT AWAY AT ME? ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCK ME UP? ARE YOU? ARE YOU? YOU FUCKERS!

Pause. Relton feels himself; realizes his penis is missing. He screams, as does Doldo, who tries to reach for the gun, itā€™s heating up, and is burning his hand.

Relton: Search for my penis! Fuck the gun! You had it last! Donā€™t let him see it! This is most subordinate, Doldo! Youā€™ll be demoted! Oh, you donā€™t care do you! It doesnā€™t work no more - just find the cock.

Terw looks on the verge of collapse. Terw takes some pills off Reltonā€™s desk and drinks powdered water.

Relton: Look, Doldo, this is serious. I need that thingā€¦

Terw: So what does this make us? How long have you known?

Relton: You know abut the dead-alive fake people? (Terw shrugs, one side of his body goes limp, as if he canā€˜t control it no longer.) Yes, we were shocked; thought they were dead humans, but they were not. they were even real. They were cloned bio-cybs. Very sophisticated. They were a sign, but we ignored it. Colony Forty-Six has problem. We donā€™t know if we can cope. But we need to go somewhere and Colony Forty-Six is as far as weā€™ve gone.

Terw: Youā€™re selling us a dream, arenā€™t you? Playing fucking God! I hate that old fucking thing! Why does someone always want to be God? What do they want to do when someone else is God?

Relton: Yes, well, maybe their wonā€™t be too many gods. One God has created enough problems, but I have to sell a utopia, considering their is nothing else on earth to hope for.

Terw: Well, itā€™s not utopia; utopia never existed.

Relton: Well, it mightā€˜ve somewhere, I dunnoā€¦fuck it. Weā€™re travelling blind. Youā€™re clever and argumentative for a menial core worker. Youā€™re going to do a boring job; one that will bludgeon your brain to accept this reality. Hopefully. You can still hope, but I run the show, weā€™ll all decay together, okay? So no counter-revolutionary ideas form you.

Terw: I donā€™t care about what you sell over the counter, itā€™s just that you forget the fact that youā€™ve messed us up. We donā€™t know what we are now; what have you made us? Are we all youā€™re experiments?

Doldo punches Terw weakly, Terw laughs. Relton restrains Terw from reacting.

Relton: Look, just calm down. Youā€™re working in cargo storage. Monitor it.

Doldo: Yeah, from some aliens. You love them, donā€™t you, spaceboy?

Terw: look, Dildo, you have issues, but just keep your brain cell out of conversation. Youā€™re such a Mawter! Iā€™M MUTATING IN MY FUCKING SLEEP!

Relton: What is that from? Mawter? Thatā€™s my favourite holo-prog!

Terw: I needed to get some action.

Doldo: (to Relton) Heā€™s flipped? Heā€™s quoting his imaginary film! This reality is not in our jurisdiction.

Relton: Shut up and find this dick - you dick!

Doldo(laughing; Terw does not find it funny, reaches for the gun, it does not burn him, he takes it.) Oh, very funny! I get itā€¦I think I doā€¦yepā€¦ummā€¦Iā€™m not -

Terw sits down while Relton and Doldo search for Reltonā€™s penis. Doldo turns around and bends over to stick the penis into Terwā€™s face. Terw sees the penis jammed intoDoldoā€™s anus. Terw screams, shooting it with the gun, as he thinks itā€˜s some sort of alien. Relton and Doldo turn around simultaneously . There is a pause as we hear the laser blast pinging around off the cosmically protected penis.

Relton: What? Weā€™re under attack - who fired the blast?

Doldo: (whispering to Relton) Let him goā€¦for now, he can be seized later when heā€™s on duty.

Relton: Youā€™ve saved my arse! Thanks, Doldo. (To Terw.) get off then, you.

Terw: I heard that you were going to arrest me later. Why not now?

All stare at the gun. Beat. Then stare back at each other.

Relton: Letā€™s
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