“Sometimes I wish I could touch you,” I said, lying on my bunk, not touching anyone. I was alone on Kepler-186f. My bodiless Companion voice, replied, “You’ve mentioned that before.” “I don’t think so.” “Actually, Badar, you have. Five times in the last twenty-two days.” “It couldn’t be that many times.” “Couldn’t it? I can … Continue reading Salvage Opportunity by Jack Skillingstead