Superposition: a Lexicon game
My only meeting with Mr V’shek was underwhelming. He was a clean cut man, close talking, smelling of smoke and holding a distracted attitude as if it were a shield. I understand advocating for the New Dawn movement must be consuming, but to be a native survivor and not show strong empathy for my plight, for my exile, was galling. But I don’t think he holds malice. Between his well-known erotic fantasies involving the Jolly Lasses and his misunderstanding that Zero Time, the time between the first and second superposition on this Mars, actually means no time passed during that time (whatever that means), the man is clearly a mutton head.