My latest written report was sent out two days ago. As you all probably recall, it was at the start of this year, at the summer High Sun Festival, tha...t we finally got the two Rapid Gene Sequencers operational. The two month delay was due to the RGS units being dissembled for transport through the spiral tunnel. Over the last fourteen months, my research team has spent much time mapping the genetic traits in the ecosystem here. We have made some startling discoveries." We first ran baseline. Their blinkered crinkly brains would take a little longer. Since the start of the Irish Missile Crisis, the news had been full of what to do. Hourly public information films were similarly, ridiculously, overly optimistic. Stay indoors. Close the curtains. Huddle under the table. Cover your eyes. Don't drink the rainwater. Social media had been equally awash, yet the advice there was more pragmatic: you are about to die a horrible death, so fuck. Simply fuck. And don't waste words. There won't. They were all his clients.He always stayed in that boundary and maintained that space, did exactly and only what he was asked. It was always their consent. He always maintained that secrecy never to blow their cover.He was kissing her all over, her face, her neck, her chest, her breasts, her nipples, her belly, trying him to start. She couldn’t hold it anymore. She wanted him in, deep inside her. This was the peak. This was the moment he was waiting for.He opened her legs wide, placed his fat. " Me?" I giggled."Maybe," he smiled at me. "How long you been here?" I dunno," I shrugged, reaching for my shake. "Long time I guess." Me too," he nodded. "I'm Ransom." I'm Bingo." I seriously want to fuck you, Bingo." He took a bite of his Big Mac."Kay." I slurped some chocolate shake.There were a lot of people there, mostly citizens like Ransom, people who lived on the planet and made all the stuff work. Some of them were addicts, but most of them weren't. They were just people trying to live.