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It is time for kirk to return to his small private cubicle for the rest of the bitter cold Martian night. He has spent a rather lackluster, uneventful day on the job at the huge Zoltek Chemical Conversion Complex minding the work and output of the robotized chips that control the production of the heavy water which will gradually fill the basin below to true oceanic proportions.

kirk is proud to be a member of the all-male slave battalion that was personally selected for this duty by the Supreme Goddess—the Chairlady of the Board of Directors. Read more…