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to great effect: Lena masturbating as she stares through the

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port at the colored levels of hyperspace; Lena dreaming thickly
of intercourse as she unconsciously massages her nipples, the
ship plunging deeper and deeper (as she does not yet know)
toward the Black Galaxy; the Black Galaxy itself as some
ultimate vaginal symbol of absorption whose Freudian overcast
will not be ignored in the imagery of this story ... indeed, one
can envision Lena stumbling toward the Evictors at the depths of
her panic in the Black Galaxy to bring out one of the embalmed,
her grim and necrophiliac fantasies as the body is slowly moved
upwards on its glistening slab, the way that her eyes will look as
she comes to consciousness and realizes what she has become
... oh, this would be a very powerful scene indeed, almost
anything to do with sex in space is powerful (one must also
conjure with the effects of hyperspace upon the orgasm; would
it be the orgasm which all of us know and love so well or

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something entirely different, perhaps detumescence, perhaps
exaltation!), and I would face the issue squarely, if only I could,
and in line with the very real need of the story to have powerful
and effective dialogue.
“For God's sake,” Lena would say at the end, the music of her
entrapment squeezing her, coming over her, blotting her toward
extinction, “for God's sake, all we ever needed was a screw,
that's all that sent us out into space, that's all that it ever meant
to us, I've got to have it, got to have it, do you understand?”
jamming her fingers in and out of her aqueous surfaces
—But of course this would not work, at least in the story which
I am trying to conceptualize. Space is aseptic; that is the secret
of science fiction for forty-five years; it is not deceit or its
adolescent audience or the publication codes which have
deprived most of the literature of the range of human sexuality

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but the fact that in the clean and abysmal spaces between the