Prologue
Someone turned off the mantra and put on instead a mixtape of clanging, banging Meltdown, the new industrial genre. <<Wait, you want to make contact with the star? I mean, you want to fucking speak to it?>>
She gave him another goblet. <<We all communicate with stars, we just don't realize that we are doing it. But the most enlightening way to commune with stars, as the ancients knew," her voice slowing to a sexy husk, <<is to become starlike ourselves: to fuse into giant, squirming, burning ball of ecstasy."
(To meet the characters of First Contact, 
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