Chapter 90
The fish was delicious. Lapia’s batter was a thing beyond what three-Michelin-star chefs could make. The meal was light even though it was deep-fried, which was a nice surprise.
I wasn’t one to care about calories all that much, but I did care about fitness and being healthy. Especially during my last years of sedentary lifestyle.
We ate inside the cabin, talking and drinking. I noticed Pokora’s face of uncertainty when looking at the fish. Probably a lasting caution from Earth. A silly thing, considering we’re literally on another planet who knows how far away. Though I never understood the nature of what made sea produce become so toxic to humanity, I had the inkling it was the rampant pollution. I had no proof, but neither doubt.
My life on Earth could be called simple. Boring at best, insanity-inducing at worst. Wake up, exercise, take a shower, buy something to eat from one of the many delivery companies that rose during the pandecade, work on projects for the game company for hours, play the piano for a while, connect to online lessons I enrolled into to kill boredom, watch a few streams, play games, and masturbate. Sometimes upload speed-drawings or art tutorials on video-hosting websites. Boring stuff, really.
After the meal, we Bonded with Pokora. It was a handshake as we did with the men. She was not a romantic prospect. At the moment, at least. I think it’d be a bit of a stretch to see every woman I meet as a potential lover, unless stated as such. The Church helps a lot with the system they came up with.
Galeia is a lung-filling breath of revitalizing fresh air. Sure, shit is weird. Magic exists, so do Gods and Halves which so far make no fucking sense to me. But it’s good. It’s better. Life is calm so far. True, a group of people tried to kill me, but it was more like eating the spiciest pepper in the world rather than stone-melting acid meant to kill me. Still, I’d pick being poisoned over committing mass genocide in Hell everyday. I don’t dwell on the morality or ethics of my actions during my trial too much, however. Not like I could have chosen a different approach, really. Hard to do when absolutely insane, in my humble opinion.
"Grar!" a growl woke me up from my deep thoughts.
Sonya was pushing my stomach with her big head, urging me to pick the wooden stick she dropped in front of me.
"I’ve spoiled you too much," I concluded, looking into her eyes.
She scoffed at my words. Or something that resembled a scoff, anyway. Then, she pushed my chest with her left claws.
"You cheeky thing," I chuckled, rubbing the scales on top of her head.