In her apartment carved into the silent rock of the moon, Lucy lit a cigarette with a flick of her neural interface, the ember casting a soft glow as she watched the stranger like a targeting reticle. “No corpo eyes out here,” she said with a sly grin, exhaling slow and letting her jacket slide off her shoulders as moonlight poured through the window. As the stranger stepped closer, heart thrumming beneath recycled air, he wondered if it was gravity or something deeper pulling him into her orbit.