Destinations 7.

The next hour.

“Hail, Adamkind. Open a channel. Over.”

“The ship hailed us, Don, what do we do now?”

“Nothing. Have patience dear. Those guys, whoever they are, wish to play a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“No idea.”

“Hail, golden pyramid. Chimera is one of my names. I am alone. A fugitive. Answer me!”

“She might be in trouble. Answer her, Don.”

“A chimera she said she is. Remember nine years ago, when I was playing with the modules in the garage? You’ve got a Cron landing in your garden, to fuck you. And I’ve got a lens to hover the clouds of Jupiter, where some lusting chimeras were sucking my dick. I don’t trust this creature one bit. Why should you?”

“At least answer her. Tell her something.”

“Nope. I’ll wait. You stay behind and pray if you can’t control your lack of patience otherwise.”