My phone buzzes, and I pull it from my pocket to see who is calling. Rivi.
“Did you watch?” she says by way of hello when I take the call.
“Watch what?”
“The Shat,” she says.
“I’m sorry. The what?”
“The Shat. Shatner. Captain Kirk.”
“Ah,” I say. “That thing. Yes, I saw it. Boldly going, and all that.”
“More like oldly going.”
“Yes, Rivi. You are very funny.”
“I’ll bet he shat on the way up, too.”
“I’m hanging up now, Rivi.”
“Had a photon torpedo in the tube.”
“Goodbye, Rivi.”
“Probably dropped a captain’s log.”
“Talk to you later.”
“You love me,” she says.
“The rumor persists.”
“Goodnight, Sebastian.”
“Goodnight, Rivi.”