Chapter Thirty-Nine
November 2, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Apartment of Erik Blackwell
Erik groaned and slapped a hand to his head. He let his head loll back on his couch. “It’s a problem. I didn’t think about it much, but now I can’t get it out of my head.”
“No, it’s not.” Jia rolled her eyes from beside him.
A chance post-lunch conversation had taken a turn toward the absurd.
Jia would have liked to have been surprised, but Erik could be surprisingly passionate about the most minor of subjects. Not that she could criticize him. She was still irritated by the goalie’s performance.
“You don’t get it,” Erik explained. “Space travel isn’t always twelve hours to the moon.” He stared at the ceiling. “We haven’t even checked the food or ingredient printers. If we get stuck o
