I get up, walking down the hall. I look back to find Sara following, albeit confused. I smile and continue forward.

'What's tennis?' Sara asks a short time later. By then, she had caught up to me and is now walking beside me.

"Firstly, it's a sport. Now, that's an activity that you do to exercise or to relax or, in some cases, to learn how to better defend yourself." I stop to let her digest this.

'Right..'

"Tennis is one done for mostly leisure. It is where you get a racket and hit a ball across a court, which I the area used for the game, and the first to hit it out of the opponent's side wins the round. Then you go on and play until one side has a certain amount of successes and then the game ends.

'Wait, is it a sport or a game?'

"Both." She looks at me, quite confused. "I suppose it depends on your reason for playing it. If you're playing it professionally, for a living, you would consider it a sport. But, when you're playing it casually, like us, then it is more of a game." I look at her and find that her face is one of thought.

'What does 'for a living' mean?'

"It means that's what you do as a job. It would be your main source of money to carry out your day to day needs and wants."

'Okay. So does casually mean the opposite?'

"Exactly. Of course, if you enter a contest, a way to prove your skill, and the prize is money, it is still considered casual as it is only a one-time thing."

'Right.'

"Have I gone too deep into this?" I ask. And, knowing myself, I probably have.

'How do you mean?'

"Have I explained it too quickly and I've kinda lost you a bit?"

'A little,' Sara then says, embarrassedly.

"Sorry. I tend to get a bit carried away when I explain things."

'It's okay.' She smiles at me, to which I return the gesture. A few moments later, we arrive outside a door labelled 'gym'.

"Here we are. Nerd hell."

'Whats a nerd? And what's hell?'

"A nerd is someone who likes computers. And hell is something I'll explain another time. It's an awkward subject for me."

'Okay. And sorry.'

"For what?"

'For asking what hell is. I would assume it is something that is related to bad memories for you?'

"Oh, no no. Hell is a concept that is based around your beliefs. Needless to say, what little beliefs I have aren't the greatest, I would think."

'Oh..' For a few moments, there is an awkward silence, save for the hum of the stations' inner workings.

"Anyway. Let's head in, I think you'll like this." With that, I walk to the door, pushing it open and standing to the side. Sara comes up and peers through. Inside is an assortment of different sporting and exercise equipment. Ranging from bench presses to footballs to rackets. There are also many different places for different sports, like boxing rings, two different size pools, as well as a running track that surrounds a convertible pitch which can be used for any sort of sport. It's even covered in grass, albeit artificial. But, with the many advancements in the field, no pun intended, the stuff looks so real that you can hardly tell the difference. The different things used for certain sports, like goals and such, are raised from underneath the floor, into the proper positions.

"Ladies first," I say with a smile. Sara looks at me, after snapping out of the trance she was in. She then looks in again before stepping inside. Once she's a few feet inside, she looks around before walking up to the closest thing. A bench press.

"That's what we use to strengthen our arms. Although, I don't think you need to use it. I'd say you'd be able to lift most of those weights no problem." As if to prove my point, she then picks up the weight bar thing, not exactly sure what that's actually called, with more weight than I'd ever been able to lift, single-handed. She inspects it for a moment before putting it back down."

'So this is a gym. I heard the other scientists talk of this place. Never thought I'd be able to see it myself.'

"Well, this is more of a super gym. Normal gyms aren't nearly this big, but this one was designed to accommodate around forty different people at a time regardless of what activity they enjoy. But it's still the same concept. Gyms on planets are usually around the size of two if your cages put together, except a little taller."

'Hmm... So. Where is this tennis you were talking about?'

"Right over here, on the grass."

'Grass?'

"This stuff," I say, walking over to the area inside the racing track. She follows but stops as soon as her feet touch the grass. "What's up?" I then ask as she digs her toes into the dirt over and over.

'Nothing,' She replies, 'Just, the grass feels nice. And familiar, strangely.'

"Well, I'm not surprised. Your kind would've been walking over this stuff for years, possibly even before we were created."

'It's nice.'

"I'm glad." I smile. "Mind there, I'm gonna set up the field." She watches me confusedly as I walk over to a console at one end of the field. I input the desired sport and the number of players a side and a moment later, different sections of the field do different things. Across the centre, the grass retreats below the surface before being replaced with a waist-high net. Then, the boundaries are set by light projected lines around the sides. Also at the side, two small but tall pillars slide from the ground, each containing one racket. One for each side. I pick up mine before looking at a very surprised Xenomorph.

"Strange right? I was like that when I first saw it. Well, add in a lot of wonder at the logistics behind it and there you have it." For a good few moments, she didn't say anything.

"Sara?"

'.. What happened?'

"A lot of machines. But I suspect you've had enough mind-boggling for one day."

'Err, yeah.'

"Thought so. Anyway, let's play."

'How do you play?'

"I'll start. So, the aim is to get the ball," I pull a tennis ball out of the cylinder, showing it to Sara, "Past the other players' area. You throw it up, then belt it as hard as you can." I do so. It wasn't the best throw. Or the best swing. It turns out that it is still quite tender around my shoulders and the small section of my stomach where that pole went through me. Still, though, it sails through the air, and to my surprise, it didn't come back. Instead, I saw it bounce off the playing field, only to be sucked underground and deposited back into my pod a few moments later. I then take the ball out again and hit another surprised shot. And even more surprisingly, score another point.

Needless to say, there was something up after I scored five points. And only played five rounds. I tend to not follow the typical point system, mainly because I don't know it and because I prefer it this way.

"No offence, but I thought you'd be better at this." As soon as I said this, I immediately regretted it. She stood straight, staring me down as she walked to her pod and deposited her racket before walking back to the centre. She then hunched over as one would if they were a rugby player and they are tackling someone. Her hands twitched as her tail swung back and forth behind her.

'Bring it.' With that, I throw up another ball and launch it towards her. By now, my muscles have loosened up some so it was an especially hard one. With a flick of her tail, she sent it flying. Flying off in two different directions that is. She looks at me with what I could only guess it the Xenomorph version of a sheepish smile.

'I think I should've used the flat of my tail.'

"Ya think?" I say, smiling. I throw up another and hit it towards her. This time, she hits it, but doesn't split it.

The last thing I see it a small bright yellow sphere head right in between my eyes.