Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More The boys somehow managed to smuggle alcohol onto the ship again: the evening was quite merry: the Butterfly leaned towards me at one point: I saw it in him: that he was there again - that he had the fog in his head - I expected him to whisper: that we are invincible Roman warriors - but he told me that Simone's cat came back yesterday obviously in the family way - she stayed with her for two hours - and then disappeared somewhere again. It wouldn't be strange - cats sometimes disappear and sometimes come back - but this only one living cat on the starship Sector D: during her two-week disappearance: became scandalously pregnant. Butterfly then looked at me in that shiny way all evening: I understood: that I have a tendency to fall in love with persistently manifested infatuation. When I was in a summer camp for young cynologists: I fell in love with a much older girl. She wasn't very pretty - she often kissed and caressed her boy in public - which bothered me at first: but after a certain time: I couldn't take my eyes off them: how she held her breath: when he touched her neck: and: as after the first kiss on the lips: they both: always opened their mouths - maybe I more fell in love with their frank love: which I saw live for the first time. We boys: we were accommodated in a big room with bunk beds: I remember how disappointed I was: that all the upper beds were already taken - later as young soldiers: we all wanted to be down: where you are more in your private little house with a ceiling - where you can touch your photos and dreams. All the photos from my summer camps exist only in chemical form as occasional images in my mind - Adriana's caressing hands: girls' room with nicely made beds: brighter and much more fragrant. :My first and last dog: Axis: beautiful German shepherd with a long pedigree: whose thoroughbred exterior hid a cold-blooded all living thing serial killer. :The absorbing conversations of older boys: gentle flirting: girlish laughter (they're actually short films rather than photos) Adriana's wet kisses: Love: Love.. I often think of those times here: in my little private house: touching the attic with Alia's last photos: which she managed to send me: before we were cut off - she is so beautiful: when I come back I want to be emerald.. Why didn't I refuse this mission? Why did I leave her alone? Why didn't I tell the doctor: that the situation has changed - I can't be his sleeper agent anymore. :How is that even possible - that he didn't read it from me - He's not used to being wrong about people. :Anyway: the omniscient academic: will be very surprised: when both ships return to earth