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You are now <span class="mu-s">Vrrskr whose Mother is Anaei</span> again, and you are back on the station. You'd made frequent trips back and forth to the planet where your current lover lives- consuming every scrap of your free time. It isn't just sexual, though the sex is <span class="mu-i">very</span> good, you feel like it's a bit <span class="mu-i">more</span>.
This experience has also enlightened you somewhat. As a member of the Consortium, you've spent your entire life doing almost nothing but chasing credits- and only now is it really starting to weigh on you on how unnecessary it feels. Even your position on this space station, luxurious as it is, seems like a waste of time. You worked very hard to get your company off the ground- doing dangerous space walks as a youth and then installing your own robotic arms; investing a ton of money into the station to gain the partner status that lets you make executive decisions regarding its placement- and all of that just seems so... pointless now. You gain just as much happiness getting your crotch smashed, and yet nobody is praising that as the end-all-be-all of polite, civilized capitalist society.
You happen to be walking around the station one day and notice a fellow Leraay- an he's a father. Then you notice it- your own mating-clamps, sealed shut in the womb from your male sex- opened for this child. It's a female. She's just as cute and clever as any Leraay boy. He looks so proud.
I mean, he's gotta <span class="mu-i">know</span> what she's going to turn into, right? How can he go on like that? You've been with your own lover for a while now. You wonder when she's going to drop a kid for you. You just hope it's not a girl.
<span class="mu-g">”Hey boss, you've got an important visitor.”</span> Ksccktt says. Completed unexpected, you go to your office to see a Leraay in the most fancy outfit you've ever seen. Oh shit!
