John stalked through the corridors, feeling inexplicably grumpy. The rescue mission had been a complete success, and certainly the command crew seemed happy to be back. John wasn't even in a strop about not being thanked; it wasn't the sort of thing that he put much stock in, himself. But now, he just felt...frustrated ( Read more... )

The first thing John did after Joanna left was put the fucking wriststrap back on. It felt weird, too loose on her delicate feminine wrists (she snorted--she did not feel delicate) with the skin all unmarred beneath. Not that the scarring was even noticeable, really--nanogenes did wonderful things--but there was a certain lack of sensation there ( Read more... )

John woke up, unsure what time it was. This was hardly unusual; ever since Sha'kwai where he'd slept and woken twice a day, his circadian rhythm had been a little bit strange. "Computer, what time is AAAAUUGHHH ( Read more... )