Of course, they didn't say I couldn't. They never said anything about it at all. It was just obvious. It wouldn't even work. We were different, after all.
Oh, technically, biologically, of course, we were probably cross-fertile, but....
The whole thing was so obviously impossible!
They should have warned me. I'd never have let it go this far, if I'd known.
Sex. Mating. Marriage. Tribal rites. Rituals and rigamaroles, and stay here forever. Never go back.
Never go back?
There was an instant's sheer terror, and then the comforting knowledge that they wouldn't let me do that. I had to go back.
Baby on a spaceship?
Well, I was a baby on a spaceship, but that was different. How different? I was older. I wasn't born there. Getting born is complicated. Oxygen, gravity, things like that. You can't raise a human baby on a spaceship.... Human? What's human? What am I? Never mind the labels. It would be my baby....
I didn't want a baby. I just wanted Larry to hold me close to him and kiss me.