Flash Fiction: Aesthetics

“I’m no longer a traveler. I’m a castaway.”

She touched the alien’s bare shoulder. “But, you’re—”

“I rewrote my genome with the med-pod.”

“You’re, human?”

“Fully. We could procreate.”

She grinned, then led him away.

“Am I, aesthetically pleasing?”




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