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mess with you even after many years?
    Her hand on his felt pretty real though, and her touch was so sweet. He would have to look at her eventually, but for now, he kept his attention on the cup.
    I wonder what she really looks like.
    She cradled his hand in both of hers, making him feel like a clumsy giant who might accidentally break her.
    “ Stephan… It’s not as creepy as it sounds... all this seemed to appear out of nowhere, right? But it didn’t really. There’s only a certain amount of matter in the universe, and when I want something, my mind seeks out the molecules I need and create things out of them. Sort of... like teleporting, or a replicator. It’s just that I do it with my head.”
    The humour in it all wasn ’t wasted on him, and he finally looked at her with the corners of his mouth twitching.
    “ You’re a several thousand year old Goddess with a teleporter in your head.”
    She giggled and nodded.
    “What am I supposed to do now?”
    “ What do you mean? You do whatever you want to do. If you ask me to leave, I will.”
    Yeah, that ’s not happening.
    “ I have seen a lot of weird shit and been in space for a long time. It’s not every day a deity comes visiting. Do I worship you? Build something in your honour? Start a... cult or something? I mean, I’ve been many things through the years, but religious hasn’t been one of them.”
    She opened her mouth and closed it again.
    Did I make you uncomfortable, Goddess? Didn ’t see that one coming?
    “ Only if that’s what you really want to do, but I rather you didn’t.”
    Meeting his eyes, she added with laughter in her voice, “You’re weird.”
    What I really want to do? I really want to carry this Goddess off to bed and see if her body is as perfect under the clothes as the parts I can see.
    He wasn’t kidding, though. If she wanted a statue, he’d build one or die trying.
    “ So, what about you?”
    Her words didn ’t make any sense to him; he was too distracted.
    “ What about me?”
    She snickered, “Aww silly, Stephan Forks, who are you really?”
    That was unexpected, and something he ’d rather not talk about.
    “ Oh. I’m not interesting.”
    “ How do you know?”
    He didn ’t say anything and she made a face.
    “ Most people’s stories are long, boring and all the same, and now when I really want to know, I find the only human in the universe not into babbling about himself for hours. Figures.”
    She squeezed his fingers a little as she joked and he found himself smiling. There would be no getting out of it; he’d have to talk about himself.
    O nce he started, he was surprised to find it easier than he thought it would be.
    “ I’m not four thousand, only around forty.”
    Forty had seemed so old just a couple of days earlier, but in this company he was way out of his league. What would it be like to see so many centuries? How many people had she loved and lost? How much had the world changed during her lifetime?
    “I’m basically human, nothing as fancy as you. My parents were fans of genetic engineering, so they constructed me to be stronger, faster, and smarter than people who are born.”
    “ I’ve never met an engineered man before. And you say you’re not interesting…”
    He shrugged.
    “I grew up on Palorma III. It wasn’t too bad; it’s a nice planet. When I was 20, I married the girl next door, Tracey Maddox.”
    Saying the name stirred up old emotions in him, and he fell silent for a moment, cherishing the memories. Their parents had constructed them for each other, and it was a good fit. Tracey had been beautiful both in heart and appearance, and at the time, he found her perfect. Even after all these years he hadn’t seen many women with a face and a body like hers, maybe none until this very morning. Comparing a mortal with a deity wasn’t fair.
    Why am I telling her this? She doesn ’t care.
    Maria squeezed his fingers, as if sensing his thought. He started telling the story, so he