When we met again, Krixix petted me psychically.

When we met again, Krixix petted me psychically. "My good human!" I didn't mean to bristle, and sent my regrets. But we both remembered that Arcturians had treated us like pets. E

commerce had given the Arcturians axis to our social media and then they basically made us their pets. Krixix was my master. He always yelled at me when I drank out of their

toilets. Screw them, their urine is like the nectar and ambrosia of the gods.

I lap up the warm god's nectar in to my watering mouth, feeling a tingle in the back of my throat as it lolloped down my windpipe. Suddenly, I spluttered. What was I thinking?

I wasn't and I didn't care. I returned my lips to the celestial teat, drowning and drowning in a golden warmth as the nectar filled my entire being. My every cell radiated

pure unadulterated joy. But as the minutes turned into hours, I began to consider that there must be another teat. Would it be better? What star system contained it, and who cul

led the herd if not me? So the 2nd Star Teat became my obsession. With my First Mate Starbuck and a marineŕo named Ishmael I set out from Pequod V in search of it.

For Tall Vanilla Green Tea Latte's had become my thing, and I was resilient to give my special count of pumps, although Caffiene was very bad for you. I never needed it, for I ha

petroleum jelly for growing hair on my once-barren scalp. It was stupidity that made me lose my hair, and caffeine that made it grow again. But the heart attack finished all that.