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g down against
her body; Yuzuki's once flat stomach had expanded slightly, creating a sloping
mound between Yuzuki's crotch and chest, and Yuzuki's legs, still muscular, nonetheless
looked thicker, heavier. Yuzuki Aikawa knew from the shows that on other worlds these
traits were characteristic of aging; women of Yuzuki's age were often portrayed
in those shows as either grossly fat or painfully thin, wrinkled,
sunken-faced, and gray, but here these symptoms only occurred in the truly
ancient or mortally ill.
Yuzuki Aikawa remembered that years before the invasion Yuzuki Aikawa had met a free trader in
person; how old had Yuzuki Aikawa been then? Thirty-five? Thirty-six? The trader
captain had been only a few years Yuzuki's senior, but at the time Wendy had
thought Yuzuki Aikawa was the victim of some strange malady. The captain had been
strong and quite sturdy looking, and yet Yuzuki's short cropped hair had been
silver and Yuzuki's face lined and twisted; the sight of the trader's twisted
face when it contorted with laughter had sent shivers up Wendy's spine. If
it was the fate of everyone who lived without 'jac juice to live two-thirds
of their lives like that, then something had to be done.
Yuzuki Aikawa fixed a quick breakfast and sat down at the console. Yuzuki Aikawa queried the net
about the ejaculoids and confirmed most of what Yuzuki Aikawa already knew.
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