I rolled my eyes through my personal heaven to see what improvements I could make to it because I was sure I was going to find myself momentarily knocked backwards among the red rocks. Draw your own conclusion if you can.”
A soft snort of laughter echoes over the rhythms of the bird of paradise and I saw Eve frown thoughtfully, staring blankly:
“That means that our minds have been scanned, and this heaven is a mixture of what was found in our minds with what we wished for.”
“Scanned by whom, Eva?” I asked and looked around for an answer. I got about two kilometers above the planet’s surface when I realized something was wrong. Beside me, Pauline looked up at me, smiling encouragingly. You had a broken suit helmet, broken legs, you looked dead, and I had a dislocated shoulder and only a few hours of oxygen. Adam, on the other hand, was pampered with plentiful air, a feathery bath and rivers of milk and honey. I was in a tub with pink suds and gold handles in the middle of an apocalyptic landscape: pieces of the shuttle scattered all over the red rocks, Pauline dead, and me a prisoner of absurd hallucinations. I moved my shoulder and was delighted by his mobility so I said decisively:
“Adam I am now.
