Ship time, unknown. Location, the heart of Parenthesis. Date, unknown. Internal input. “Fuck, what a day I’ve been having,” Zane whispered. He thought and felt it would be a better idea to verbalise his diary entries because there was already way too much action going on in his mind with Motac crammed in there. You can’t start a diary entry like that, Zane, Motac said. I can start it however the hell I like, so butt the fuck out. It’s my entry and my mind. You eternal bastards have to learn, us humans like our own space. Would you like it if I pleasured you within your own space? Motac offered, rather cheekily. What? When we’ve got Tink and Mirko, I’ll show you what I mean. Then maybe you won’t be so negative that I’m here on this journey with you. You’re here inside me for the long haul, aren’t you? I sure am. Where else am I going to go? We’ve got to ensure Zoltan and any other coalition eternals are safe before we make our move. When we get to Supernova on Twine, that’s when we act.
