Templum Bellonae

Post-Widening Gyre. Harper and Tyr compare scars.

“Rommie, I think you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right.” the ceiling said.

“I’m drunk.” Couldn’t feel his feet either. Or his tongue.

“I told you so.”

“Nobody likes a snotty starship!” Harper yelled at the ceiling.

City in the Clouds by Basingstoke