Mickey7 (Mickey7, #1)

by Edward Ashton

First stop is my rack.

the concept of mickey rack...

“I’m confused. Is this a Schrödinger’s cat kind of thing?” “A what?” “Schrödinger’s cat,” she says. “You know, with the box and the poison gas? Quantum superposition and all that?” “What? No. I told you, it’s a boat, not a cat.”

I once had a fun conversation with him about the parallels between the Diaspora and the original spread of the human species out of Africa on old Earth. Most of his opinions were wrong, but I had a good time telling him exactly why that was so.

literally

“Well,” I said, and took a bite. “Nothing but the best for the sacrificial pig, right?” “Lamb,” she said. “What?” “Lamb, Mickey. You sacrifice a lamb. Pigs are gross. You don’t sacrifice them. You just eat them.” I sighed. “Either way, they end up just as dead.”

I WOKE UP naked and covered in goo,

haven’t we all

He shrugged. “Stranger things have happened.”

eleveb he/him speech bubble

and sticks us in another room about the size of a storage closet. “What’s this?” I ask. He shrugs. “A storage closet.”