“Heaven, Heaven,” whispered the distant voice, and I stripped leisurely, immersing myself in the warm, feathery embrace of the water. Our lovemaking became more and more passionate and Eva’s screams of ecstasy as she climaxed filled heaven. I was just about to protest when there was an exasperated sigh and the stream appeared again, this time for good. “This isn’t heaven,” I said, and unwittingly remembered the children’s Bible my grandmother used to read to me from and the colorful pictures of the book. Even the bathtub was similar to my grandmother’s: it had golden handles and the feet were shaped like lion claws. Beyond the terraforming module were the food tanks, and a little farther away, a thin, crystalline stream trickled from the water tank.
