Science Fiction & Fantasy
by Grace Chan
Yennie’s new therapist started by checking his biorhythm recordings sleep patterns, heart rate, blood pressure. Then, the therapist’s soma projection leaned into the space between them and asked what Yennie would like to talk about.
Yennie glanced out the window. An ice storm, a froth of glassy dust, was blowing in over the bone-colored hills. He was on Enceladus; his therapist was on Mars. He wanted to describe how sometimes his body felt hollow, and other times he felt his skin could not contain all that was within him but he didn’t have the words. Half the solar system divided them, and more.