In all the lands the sun will rise, and also the massive boners. – Serek II
This is a writing exercise. I’m twelve years deep into a sci fi novel and am starting to lose touch with the hopeful, sexual alien narrator who I thought could tie its disjointed bits together. That, at least, is the conceit.
The truth is that I’m just passing through. They call me Tenica, and I’m here to take some important notes.
The Elephant in the Spaceship 