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“I don’t know,” shrugs Eva. I moved my shoulder and was delighted by his mobility so I said decisively:

“Adam I am now. Or Pierre?”

I began to think with the greatest speed I thought myself capable of was the shuttle pilot with the dislocated shoulder, trapped in a survival suit with only five hours of oxygen, hopelessly lost in an apocalyptic landscape of sharp, inhospitable rocks. So I weighed my words as carefully as I could and then told him:

“The shuttle was damaged on impact with the ground, and we, along with its components, were thrown out. If the terraforming failed or didn’t fit within predetermined parameters we’d spend our days side by side until we decided otherwise. It showed up, I got undressed and got in the water and it felt so good I decided I was definitely in heaven. She cleared it of leaves, then patted a stretch of beach with finer sand with her foot and wrote with the end of the twig in block letters so I could read it:

“What’s going on?” then held out the twig for me to answer.