Technically it was December, and traditionally even the desert was getting cold at that point, but the climate had become so totally fucked up that seasons had stopped meaning much of anything. The fact that it was cold was almost comforting in a way. Either the environment was healing itself, or they were headed for annihilation in the next ice age. Radar lay beside her, panting in the dark. “Hey, you’re lucid enough to consent, right?” she said. He flopped a hand on her chest, inches above her breasts. “I don’t know if lucid is the right word for it, but if I was going to get raped, I wouldn’t mind being your victim,” he said and giggled. “Ah shit, you’re still fucked up on A+. Now I feel like an asshole,” she said. “No, no, you’ve got it wrong. I felt your asshole,” he said, still giggling. Xero rolled over onto her stomach. “Is this what you’re really like?” she asked. “They say when people are intoxicated on truth serums they reveal not just true information, but their true selves.”
