Space Opera, Inc.

She astrogated through the portal, simultaneously shrugged off her titanium-threaded cape and commanded, “Computer, 4-D martini!” Almost instantly, a martini in Martian Crystal rose from a side table. She took it down in one, cold gulp. “This is the best mindfood I’ve had in a megayear.” She collapsed into the nearest turbo chair and praised Xarlox that even in this posthuman wasteland, a good drink could still be found. After all, terraforming was a tough morph, even with universal constructors. She holo-sighed and decided to catch up on the novelmatrix she’d been neglecting. All was meta in this particular gravilink. Except…she’d forgotten to order tooth flux from the compussary again. Just galactic.