The Redjus
Unit One always loved Unit Two. Not at first sight, like the old saying went, but close enough. In their vast lifespans, what could you define as the beginning of your relationship?
The first hundred standard years? The first thousand? Or the first million?
Because Unit One and Unit Two had been together for at least four trillion standard years, that’s what their internal clock said. Sure, time dilation was a bother and it was all relative anyway, but it was something to measure things by, like using the palm of your hand. It wasn’t the best ruler by far, but you could measure more or less a few palm-widths in a hurry.
Unit One carried Unit Two in his arms. He had struck out on the last fifteen hundred twenty-two planets and he was starting to get anxious. All he needed was
