"Cool picture," she said.
"How long before he dies?" he asked.
"Not long. Is he dancing, or trying to run?" she said. "Hard to tell."
"Still, It does look cool."
"Definitely cool," she agreed.
"Art is an interesting concept," he said.
"Do you want to go into space?"
"Like this? No. Do you?" he laughed.
"I get car sick, remember? But I'd probably be okay if the ship was the Enterprise."
"What about the Borg?" he asked.
"I think they killed all of them."
"Don't forget that it's cold out there, and there's no sound."
"No birds or babbling brooks," she sighed. "No screaming kids or music."
"None of those things."
"No five star hotels either."
"No mints on the pillow," he snickered.
"So we're staying?" she asked, smiling at him. "It's kind of fun being on earth, don't you think? I mean these bodies, while tight and small, can do so many things."
"Good point," he said. "I'm sure I can get used to only having two eyes."
"Don't be silly," she said. "Of course you can. You can always turn around, if you want to see behind you."
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