“I’m gonna take a shower,” Cyrus said. “Do you need anything?” “Do I need anything…from the shower?” “Hah. Do you need anything broadly?” “Can you arrest the world’s encroaching entropy? Fix irreversible ecological collapse?” “I cannot,” said Cyrus, smiling. “The rising specter of global fascism?” “Nope.” “New Vistalite drum kit?” “Sorry.” “Okay, then I’m good,” Zee said, grinning.
