Tully let the Pillarcat circle his legs. Its touch pulled his pants taut so I could see the contours of braces around his joints, unused to Earth’s harsh gravity. “Give me Apollo’s Iliad.” “It isn’t yours,” I answered. A Utopian car descended over us, and my captor-saviors gave me no chance to resist as they bundled me inside. “Give it to me!” Tully shouted after us. “I’m the one who’s going to finish it. Finish everything! Everything we started!”
