I didn't forget this time! New planet, new place to visit!
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"Alright, welcome to Crypton."

Miku pressed her face up against the glass as much as she could to take in the view. Ruko was approaching rapidly, but their distance was still so considerable, and the object in front of them so incomprehensibly large, that the image almost didn't change at all.

"This is the first space city?" Miku asked, voice hushed in awe.

Luka nodded, also leaning forward to take in the sight.

What looked like a planet at first was actually a huge, spherical city, all metal and lights and plastic. The surface was prickly and uneven from the billions of skyscrapers, smaller residential areas, and sprawling marketplaces, all of which were so large Luka could recognize them from space. The docking areas, which burrowed deep into the heart of the city, were the darkest parts, pits of night on a gleaming sphere.

While it was certainly a sight to see, Luka was more than distracted. Her hair, dyed black, felt all too heavy even in a ponytail. She had hidden her bangs in a cap she had forgotten she owned, and all her clothes were, unlike her typical wardrobe, far too short to her tastes. They couldn't exactly make new clothes with bright colors she didn't have, so they had turned a shirt into a crop top and a long pair of pants into shorts.

She was extremely uncomfortable, and that was without the cheap makeup Miku had plastered to her face. To the android's credit, she didn't look like herself any longer.

Miku was hard to recognize. Her teal hair had also been dyed black, tied up into one huge, elaborate braided bun at the back of her head, and all her clothes were comically huge, packed to make her look larger than she really was. She even wore a pair of Luka's shoes, which only served to make her look a little like a clown. The brightly colored makeup, however, did distract from her mechanical eyes.

"Why is it wearing a belt?" Miku asked, pointing at the object in question. Around the planet was a loop, very flat and wide, as if it were wearing a huge, broad sash. It circled the middle third of the planet, keeping far enough that it didn't obscure the view of the planet from space, or blocked much of the planet's view of space.

"That was the old city," Luka replied. "Now, it's mostly a storage area, because it was so well-organized. When we all figured out how to make artificial gravity, we could expand out of the tried-and-true, but wasteful system that relies entirely on outward force. We could make the city in the middle, spherical, like a real planet."

"Artificial gravity..."

"What, why do you think we can keep on our feet in my ship?" Luka teased without a smile.

"That's right..." Miku muttered. "I hadn't thought of that. How did they do that?"

"Localized gravity fields."

"How do those work? Are they singularities?"

Luka shrugged. "You'll have to ask a scholar of some kind. I'm no scientist."

"Do we have a preferred zone to dock?" Ruko asked all of a sudden.

"Any port that's remotely close to a place where we can discuss planet real estate."

"Understood. In case of any incident, I will be downloading as much as I can on medical science and treatments, so we would not have to rely as much on hospital visits in the future."

"Good call, Ruko. Is Miku's ID ready?"

"It is."

"Fantastic."

"Do we have to land at a port?" Miku asked quietly. "Can't we do like we did in Terranova?"

Luka shook her head. "Even if you ignore the fact that there's literally nowhere safe to land, there's something else."

"What?"

"You'll see, don't worry."

Miku smiled a bit, despite the oppressive fear in the cabin. "So, while we're here, you're going to try for ownership of a planet?"

"Yep."

"Do you have one in mind?"

"A few. My favorite is a great planet with tons of potential, but it's also horrendously out of the way. With any luck, that'll help the price a bit."

"And if it doesn't?"

"There are others that are further out. They also have good atmospheres, but their distance means that the trip there will be considerable, and we'll have to refuel right before we leave the edge of the civilized galaxy, otherwise, we'll never make it back unless we resort to drifting at high speeds."

"And civilisation won't expand that way?"

"Universal expansion has been happening in the opposite direction," Ruko said. "The area of our preferred new Home Planet is on the edge of a vast universal void. There is next to nothing to find there. Some of Luka's other potential home planets may be in the way of civilization's expansion, but their size, the limited nature of their systems, and other elements make them less likely to be considered in the far future."

"So, we'll be safe either way."

"Good," Miku said with a decided nod. "Soon enough, we'll have a place to hide."

"I hope so."

"I can confirm that there is a local bounty on your head," Ruko announced. "Local alert level is two out of five."

Luka blinked. "What? Two out of five? What does that mean?"

"Two out of five means that your poster must be visible at all times in most public spaces. However, real checks at entry will only occur at level three, with patrols in the street at level four. They have reason to suspect you are present and are actively searching for you locally at level five."

"Right..."

"It is perhaps so low because they suspected that you were heading in another direction: they must not have noticed that I had changed course after we departed the Sapphire Shores," the AI explained. "However, it is so high because this is a large hub. If you are hoping to stock up before running, this is an ideal place to stop and go unnoticed."

"Great, so we're still close to predictable. Did you send our ticket in?"

"Yes. They are pending approval."

Luka gulped. "Ok. Keep an ear out on the police scanner."

"Understood."

"At the first sign of any kind of suspicion, we bolt."

"I shall keep the interstellar boosters warm."

"Great."

Miku hummed, tapping her fingers on the dashboard. "I am to pretend to be fully human, then?"

"Yes. No singing, no songs, no gun..." Luka sighed. "And once we're inside, no connecting to the internet, no matter what."

"Understood."

The woman waited for another minute, before getting up from the pilot's seat and returning to her bed, where she had prepared a sizable chunk of her money. It was her budget for the planet, all the infrastructure, and rations for many months to come: all that was left would ensure her survival in the long-term, but hopefully they wouldn't have to spend it all. Luka recounted some of the bills, shifted through the stacks, biting her lip.

"What's taking them so long?"

"There is a local event," Ruko announced. "Traffic is dense."

"...Is there?"

"Yes."

"Great! That's great," the scavenger said, returning to the seat. "The more distractions, the better."

"This will also encourage added scrutiny," the AI warned. "No matter how many things are in our favor, we must stay vigilant."

"Of course."

"When would I be allowed to defend us?" Miku asked. "If needed, of course."

"Only if it's the Shion," Luka muttered. "If we get mugged, then we get mugged. If we get arrested for some stupid reason, then fine. But if it's the Shion..."

"I do not recommend additional violence against the Shion's forces," the ship reminded them. "That will only feed their ire."

"I don't care," Luka hissed. "We're this close to disappearing. If you can get rid of the Shion's goons if they do show and attack us, do."

"Understood."

The ship's audio clipped, but did not say anything. After a tense moment, Ruko announced, "Your ticket has been approved. Approaching for landing."

The two women heard the interplanetary boosters engage while the interstellar ones cooled off, sending them hurtling towards the surface of the city. No matter how much the distance shrank, how the boosters roared and how the image grew and grew, they never seemed to get any closer. Even as the profiles of the skyscrapers started streaking across the starry sky, as the lights surrounded them and the ships cluttered, there was always further down to go, deep into the heart of the planet. Miku watched the approach with pure fascination, eyes darting to and fro between the buildings, the walkways, the screens, the people.

They dove under most of it, into the dark core of the city. There was no local star, no atmosphere, meaning all of the inhabited locations had to be air-tight. The ship docked at the port, the door of the ship making a seal with the opaque walls there.

After ensuring that the seal was secure, Ruko said, "This port is for humans only. Please make sure you take the gas mask recommended before you enter the universal zones."

"This means you too, Miku," Luka added, picking up the briefcase and shedding the sling.

"Oh, is the air here toxic?"

"Our lizard friends made most of this place," the woman replied as she swung her arm a bit, testing her range of motion. "So, they got dibs on the whole atmospheric conditions thing."

"The Sapphire Shores was safe for everybody."

"Only marginally," Luka said with a tentative shrug, only flinching at the slight pinch. "As a human, if you live there for ages, you'll start noticing that your bones are falling apart, other unpleasant things like that. That doesn't exactly fly in intergalactic law, so here we get to put on nice little masks."

"Ah, I see. And this is why we cannot land elsewhere."

"Bingo: this is the only place we can land without suffocating to death," Luka muttered. "Ready?"

"As ready as I shall ever be!"

With that, the door hissed as it slid open. The port air that greeted them was, suffice to say, subpar. Luka knew already that she had to inhale deeper than usual to get her healthy share of oxygen; since they were going to don oxygen masks soon, it was cost-effective to make the air a little bit thinner than recommended for the port.

The traffic around them was, as Ruko had warned, relatively dense. In that port, all the others were human, wearing brightly colored clothes and makeup, wearing hats and headdresses of the Craypt culture. Jewelry jingled and clanged around necks and wrists, rings on fingers flashing in the bright, artificial light. Luka and Miku melted into the crowd, the tealette playing the role of the excited tourist, taking in the sights with wide eyes, while Luka was the tired experienced traveler, cool and eyes on the prize.

Most of the crowd was heading towards the city-planet, and the dense mass was allowed through the hall towards the city only in spurts. A thin wall of light jumped up between the groups, flashing a gentle red, while the voiceover explained that due to heavy traffic, the movement of persons and vehicles was going to be more heavily regulated than usual. The duo had to wait for a bit, taking a few steps forward as each batch was let through, given time to don their masks, then allowed into the pressurized area where the air was swapped out. When the doors closed behind the group, the wall of light would lift to let the next batch in. It was a relatively quick affair, all told: the planet was used to such conditions, and those who needed help troubleshooting their masks were always quickly escorted to an adjacent room. The room where the air swap happened was engineered for efficiency, meaning it could do a full change from human-safe conditions to Craypt-ideal conditions twice per minute despite the volume of the chamber. This meant that, even with all the traffic and waiting, the pair reached the wall of light in less than ten minutes. Towards the end, Miku had her eyes trained on the looping video clips which explained how to put on the masks.

"You just put it up over your head?" Miku asked.

"Form-fitting technology should make an automatic seal. The mask will ding when it's safe," Luka said: all that info already in the video.

The android hummed. "And the reserve is..."

"Enough for a few hours. There are stations everywhere where we can get a new, full bottle of oxygen each."

"Will they notice that mine are full?"

Luka shrugged. "Probably not. There's trillions of such bottles. When I need a new one we can just say that you're still ok. It's not like it displays the level or anything."

"Will the mask feel that I'm not intaking any oxygen?"

Luka gulped. "I don't think they're that smart: that would be pretty expensive to manufacture."

Sure enough, when Miku donned the mask, it dinged, and even after they stepped into the chamber, it didn't complain that she wasn't breathing.

"See? It's all good," the scavenger whispered, voice crystal clear despite the mask. "You did great."

Miku smiled, only the rise of her cheeks visible through the glass. "Thanks."

With that, the double-doors to the docks behind them slid shut, and with a couple dozen other humans, they waited for the air exchange to finalize. After a few seconds, the huge doors before them slid open, revealing the handmade planet they stood on.

'In' was probably the better word. The planet was made from the core up, and while those first structures were visibly reinforced to withstand the ever-increasing pressure, it was more obvious from how the rest of the planet positively swallowed it all whole. Towers stood upon towers, roads around them ignored which way was up most of the time, and there was absolutely no way to get any sense of which direction they were facing. Miku observed it all with awe, a hand on Luka's good arm as she followed behind, star-struck.

Almost everything around them was made with a metal of some sort. Most was silver in color, but many of the older support struts were sandy, and the newer layers had a bright sheen. The light around them was entirely artificial, from the street lights to the lights from signs or vehicles and advertisements. All that wouldn't have been enough to illuminate a regular planet, but the sheer density of it all made it suffice.

"To speak to somebody who can help you claim ownership of a planet, I advise taking a taxi," Ruko spoke to her via her implant.

Luka adjusted her microphone, clipping it onto her collar. "Ruko, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Ah, is Ruko talking?"

Luka nodded. "They said that we need to take a taxi."

"There are taxis!"

"Those are the interstellar ones."

"No, the sign behind that one," Miku pointed, standing on her tiptoes.

"Ah, you're right. Good eye."

They made their way to the taxi stop, Miku still close behind the scavenger.

"How's your mask?" Luka asked the android.

"It is fine. Remarkably lightweight. And yours? Is it uncomfortable?"

Luka shook her head. "It's just something extra to wear. It's all fine."

"You can breathe?"

"Just fine."

"Good. And your arm?"

"I can do this for a day, I think," Luka cautiously said, rolling her bad shoulder. "But after this? I'm putting the big brace back on for a bit."

"Ah."

"Ok, here's a taxi stop."

Luka approached a driver, a nearly spherical insectoid who wore an entire outfit of tubing and plastic around his body. After discussing the destination, he gave her a price estimate, and the two women stepped in. The first thing Luka did was pull up the separator between them and the driver so they could discuss in peace.

"We're in for a bit of a drive," Luka informed the AI, briefly looking over her shoulder to see if they were being followed. After a moment, she pulled out her list. "And we have a lot of shopping to do afterwards."

"Quite," Miku muttered, looking at the list. "Will obtaining all this be difficult?"

"Without access to the internet, it will. There's an online market I can try to access, but it might be pure chaos, with this event."

"Is there a physical one? Stores?"

"Always. Those are our best bet. I can also pay in cash there."

Miku hummed. "This will take all day then."

"Depends on how long it takes to buy a whole planet. Never did that before, so who knows..."

"Will all of these fit on Ruko?"

"I'll rent a little caravan for the bigger things. Most of it expands on-site nowadays, or it's ready and easy to build, so it shouldn't take up all that much space."

"Ah, alright. And this is on top of our basic survival shopping."

"Yeah. Gas, food, filters, meds, bandages. As much as we can get our hands on."

"Right," the android said with a nod. "Hopefully, much of that is easy to locate."

"Oh, I could find those things with my eyes closed. Most of the settlement things too: I've done my fair share of window shopping. It's just time consuming to go everywhere."

The two went back and forth on what Luka wanted to get her hands on first, which stops were essential and which they could potentially skip should their visit be cut short. Once that was all said and settled, both trained their eyes on the ever-changing exterior of the artificial planet.

Miku was definitely the tourist, pointing out things she had never seen before: the pets the Craypt kept, the design and models of their vehicles, the decorations of store fronts. Meanwhile, Luka kept her eyes peeled for local law-enforcement, usually tall female lizards wearing armor and wielding impressive weapons. Sure enough, she saw their portraits in the corners of most screens along the busiest streets. They had a whole collection of photos, all Sapphire Shore security footage, and there was a shot of each of them wearing a variety of expressions, from all angles.

Luka forced herself to breathe deeply and evenly, missing the weight of the gun she couldn't hide in her crop top. She resisted the urge to tug on her dyed hair, to pull on her short clothes.

She wanted to be off-planet asap.

There were only so many reminders that they were being hunted that she could take: after several minutes, she tore her eyes from the exterior and instead gazed at the android. Really, even with her dyed and tied-up hair, her silly huge clothes and shoes, the mask cupping her face, somehow, she still looked the same. Luka felt that she could still recognize her in a crowd in a heartbeat, and the scavenger couldn't explain if it was the way she carried herself, the smile on her face, or just the piercing nature of her eyes.

"Here we are!"

They stepped out of the vehicle and into the nearby building. All walls, floors, and decorations were metal. Miku noticed that no plants grew in this city: none could withstand the sunless conditions, most likely. Or, it was a conscious choice.

Together, they approached the front desk, where Luka dealt with a very friendly Craypt clerk who told her about the cost and procedures. It was all surprisingly affordable and easy; they didn't even ask to see a physical copy of her ID, the digital one sufficing. Once Luka submitted the form, she paid for the title in cash, then walked out of the building victorious before an hour could pass.

"Was it that easy?" Miku asked.

"Apparently!" Luka chuckled, eyes taking in the deed. The only thing that marred the whole experience was the fake name at the foot of the document, but even so, the planet was hers. "I guess they mean it when they say that money makes things easier."

"If planets are so cheap..."

"Oh, housing nowadays costs next to nothing, at least if you're an average citizen. There are too many alluring planets and cultures and university cities: the competition is fierce and the prices are low. Still, for a whole planet, even on the edge of the galaxy? This is peanuts."

The android chuckled, no fog appearing on the clear glass of her mask. "We ought to celebrate," the android mused.

"Well, there is a local party."

"Where were the stores you wanted to visit?"

"That way."

"Let's go there, see if there are any festivities in our path," the android suggested. "There must be something nice to eat!"

Luka almost dared laugh, even as their portraits drove by on the side of a planet-bound bus. "Sounds like a plan. We've done one thing, let's get the rest done."

They did just that, diving into a bustling, busy street filled with brightly dressed people of all shapes and sizes. The crowds sang and danced, and the stalls that lined the street sold local foods, toys, decorations, gadgets and gizmos of all kinds. They even found a specialty fish vendor, where they were surprised by a huge selection of toro. Most of it was frozen and imported, making the price relatively cheap once again, but Luka couldn't refuse. It wasn't nearly as good as the stuff Miku had gotten her at the Sapphire Shores, but it was a treat nonetheless. A large part of it was that she could walk, hold the plate, and eat at the same time, all by herself, for the first time in cycles.

While she ate, the mask automatically opening and closing with a slight hiss whenever she lifted a fork to her lips, she noticed that Miku was once again taking in the world around her with all the energy she could muster. The city-planet was absolutely gargantuan in all aspects. Unlike with the Sapphire Shores, which hid most of its content from AI, nothing was censored from the android. Miku could see it all, from the buildings to the inhabitants to the advertisements. As a more centralized city, there were plenty of other alien races walking around as well. Miku asked about these, since she couldn't get anything from the internet, and together they talked and commented about alien culture, something Luka admittedly didn't know too much of, while taking in the sights and keeping an eye out.

"Do..." Miku stopped herself, before turning towards the scavenger. She waited until she returned to her side after discarding the plate. "How is your arm?"

"Fine," Luka replied honestly: though it throbbed a bit, the painkiller had shaved off most of the bite.

"And your mask?"

"I still have two hours or so."

Miku smiled, looked around again, before asking, "Do these other species have any use for red light districts?"

"Sure. Not all: our Nek friends in particular, while they fall in love like most others, don't really do that for fun. Some aliens even mate for life."

"Would there be one here on Crypton?"

"One? Try hundreds. It's a huge intergalactic hub, and there's certainly demand for it here."

"Even with the masks?"

"Most of the buildings are airtight, with airlocks, though much smaller ones than at the port. Makes things a whole lot easier."

Miku hummed. "I see."

The scavenger looked at her carefully. "You ask about those a lot."

"Perhaps. You had mentioned using such services a few times, so I was a little curious. And, back on the Sapphire Shores, I was sure that that was where you had gone, that evening you had turned in the slaver."

"Aah," Luka sighed, creating a layer of fog on the glass of her mask. "That's why you kept asking."

"Yes."

"Aaah, that makes sense," the scavenger said with a grin. "Why keep asking, though? It's really not all that interesting, even if I had gone there."

"I wanted to be certain," the tealette said with a shrug. She still took in the surroundings, but the sparkle in those opal eyes had faded; most of her attention was on what was directly in front of them as they weaved through the crowd. "Since you kept brushing me off, I had to keep asking."

"What's the point in that?"

After a brief silence, Miku muttered, "There's no point. Mere curiosity."

"If you want to visit one—"

"No, that's fine," the android cut her off with a small, polite smile. "We don't have the time for such a detour anyway."

"I guess not," Luka muttered with a sigh. She had almost, almost forgotten that they were being pursued. "Damn. Come to think of it, it has been a while."

"Hm."

"And it will be a little while again. A long while, realistically," she mused out loud. "If I do find the time, perhaps I should swing by one. I have the mon—"

"Please don't."

The scavenger did a double-take at the android's clipped tone. "I really mean only if we find the time. It's not likely, but—"

"Even if we do, please don't."

The android's smile had all but disappeared.

"Why not?"

Miku stayed stubbornly mute for a moment, before saying, "Never mind. I cannot stop you if you really insist on going, given the opportunity. I understand that we will be isolating ourselves from the galaxy for a long time, so if it is something you consider important enough, then I shall not stop you."

"You don't want me to, though," Luka commented, brow raised. "I know it's not safe righ—"

"It's not about how safe it is," the android muttered. "This entire excursion is dangerous enough on its own. Such a detour would only increase the risk by a marginal value."

"So why not?"

Miku glanced at her a few times, half-second doses, as they navigated the crowd. Luka could feel her read her face, her mood, and only grew more puzzled as her silence stretched on.

"Come on, what do you know that I don't?" she urged. "Is there some kind of viral outbreak I missed?"

"No," Miku scoffed. "I'm trying to figure out if it's worth telling you why. It's not so important."

"If it's not so important, just tell me. I've never seen you act this way, so it obviously means something to you." When the android still didn't reply, she groaned, "What, would you be angry at me if I went there or something?"

Miku's carefully neutral expression faltered.

"I would not be angry," she started, her voice a tone lower. "I would be jealous, though. Perhaps a little upset."

"What?" Luka asked, an almost amused smile on her lips. "Jealous? Why would you..."

Her question died in her throat. The android wouldn't meet her eye, a small frown settling on her expression.

"Jealous?"

"Yes. I was jealous even then. That is why I asked so often. That is why I needed to be certain."

"Wh—"

The android shook her head, waved it away. "This is not something you need to hear right now."

"Miku, what are you telling me?"

"I am saying that I am fond of you," Miku said, her voice gentle.

"What? You— You're sweet on me?"

"Yes."

"Since when?" Luka hissed.

"I cannot say," Miku admitted. "I'm not entirely sure."

The sadness of the confession was enough to make Luka pause. With the crowd still around them, constantly moving, it was easy to pretend she was busy focusing on not colliding with people as she mulled things over.

After what felt like an eternity, she asked, "Why me? I'm an ass."

Miku laughed, the bright sound tinged with sorrow. "I do not know. I was surprised as well, especially given your initial level of respect for me. I had thought that your outcast nature had drawn me in to an excessive point, that perhaps there was an error in my code, but..." She shook her head. "It doesn't really matter though, does it. With every day, my feelings grow stronger. My sadness at every one of your flinches grows, my worry for your happiness grows, and when I look at you think, move, smile, my love, it only grows."

"And you didn't decide to nip that in the bud because...?"

"I had not anticipated them. How could I? I only realized the true depths of my feelings when you came home that evening, when that jealousy tore through me. And, in hindsight, I can admit that this may have also made the pain of being mistreated all the more ferocious. Perhaps even by the time we reached the Sapphire Shores, it was too late."

"But..." Luka trailed off, almost ran a hand through her hair, only to remember it was all tied up, covered with the straps of the mask. "You were ready to follow Kaito."

"Of course: it was the best course of action, for us to part ways. I would get over you eventually, like most people do. Or, perhaps, distance makes the heart fonder. I do not know. Our separation might have been very painful at first. But I'm always happy to give life and all its experiences a try."

Luka stayed quiet.

"Are you hoping to convince me to reject these emotions of mine?"

"Well... Yes!" she admitted, trying to keep the bite out of her voice. "I don't exactly have the best experiences when it comes to love, bonding, relationships... I'm not a 'uniter', like you."

"And that's fine. Not everybody plays nice with everybody," Miku said. After a tense moment, she said, "If you would prefer that we part ways here..."

"No!" Luka immediately said, before groaning. "I... I don't feel safe without you. But now..."

Miku hummed, the clear sound piercing the noise around them. "This was not something you needed to know, now of all times."

"It's too much," Luka admitted. "I..."

"You do not have to worry about any unwanted approaches from me if that is what you fear."

"No, I know. Rationally, I know. Until now, I didn't even have a clue. You really kept that in check."

"And, even if you were receptive, I would like to wait until we get past your fear."

Luka gulped. "Right."

They continued walking for a bit in a stiff, wooden silence. The crowd around them bustled, uncaring, while the city continued to change with every step, the music switching, the colors flashing, the festivities lighting it all up. Yet, somehow, it all became one big unchanging blur in the background. Luka fiddled with her mask while the android took in the sights, the people they crossed, the advertisements and jingles and food stands. They walked by their portraits a few times, but somehow Luka couldn't care less.

"Is there anything you would like to discuss before we are confined to your ship once again?" Miku asked, eyes continuing to roam the sights. "Can I make you feel better somehow?"

"I'm not sure."

"Very well."

After another hesitation, Luka opened her mouth, closed it, then started nonetheless, saying, "I won't go."

"If you would like to, if you are able, you may," Miku said, voice firm. "They provide a service that you need and you will be alone for a considerable amount of time afterwards."

"But—"

"It's perfectly normal to want physical contact without any emotional tethers," the android insisted. "You don't have to make an exception for me, just because I'm not human, just because my love plays by slightly different rules. My love does not exist to cage you."

Luka listened, then nodded. "Right."

"Do as you wish. I will not judge and I will not punish you for doing what you feel is necessary for your well-being," Miku continued, gently.

"I know you won't."

"So, I insist. I regret denying you. I never should have, it wasn't fair of me. I mean it: if you wish to go, please do so without worry."

"Ok."