Meanwhile, in the tip of Blue Origin, Jeff Bezos was basking in Elon's musk. "Elon. Tell me you didn't mix with one of the potato farmers...I saw one of the new guys, Timmeh, clutching a babe to his breast and i could tell that it had your beady used car salesmen eyes." "No Jeff," Elon said, "you're my one and only. you will carry my child....when the time is right.."
Timmeh opened the hatch of the potato harvester. As his boot touched down on the ruddy soil, he felt another quake from the approaching storm, the EM field effects made the lights dim all around him like the lightning storms he remembered back in Minnesota.
His thin ankles buckled as he steadied himself on the harvester railing. He placed his wee babe into the papoose harness and made a line towards the loading bay. The quakes were getting closer together now, like the contractions of childbirth, each more powerful than the last. He took one last look back it were as if he were staring into the dark, soulless eyes of death itself.
The airlock hissed, and he made his way into the Hab towards the main lifting platform "I'm clear", he said over the 2-way. "Now approaching sublevel 3" said the familiar voice of the A.I, Timmeh hadn't been to level 3 since his son's birth, but something about the storm made hm homesick for the Falcon Bar.
"I'll have a white wine spritzer" Timmey said to the barkeep. "
"Just sold the last one in the house to that man over there," the Barkeep said as he pointed at the far end of the room.
"Well in that case, I suppose I'll go with an Olympas Mons, up with olives" said Timmey, his palette anticipating the premium smooth lowgrav vodka. "That'll be 9 Tatoercoin big spender," said the barkeep with his throwback handlebar mustache. "You celebrating something special tonight bruh?"
Timmeh thought for a moment. "Just celebrating our boy Elan," he said, with a bashful smirk. Being dual-sexed had it's benefits, all of which were for sale on sublevel 3, in many various and sundry forms.
The drinks at the Falcon bar had him feeling quite liberated and free with his body, he hopped on the Maglev tram to the seedier parts of the downtown in the red light zone. Timmeh made his way towards 18th and Fluctus, to one of the Hab's first pleasure dens, The Roman.
Here, a collection of Sexbots, Hermies, crank addicts and off world sex-workers created their own decadent echo chamber. There was a long line tonight, an active Dark Matter event always seemed to bring out the crowd for some reason. "I need your valid ID and 10 Tatoe admission fee", said the bouncer who had an obvious case of droop-eye caused by habitual crank use. .......
Will Timmeh revert back into old destructive Earthly behaviors and addictions?
Will Elan's resemblance to Elon, his father, cause tensions? Are they open to a non-binary family unit to bring the bi-Planet baby up?
(To be continued in COLONIZED BY ELON: A TIMOTHY OSMAN ROMANCE (part 4 of 9) by Derp)
