Val Neil

“have no interest in boys.” “Ah,” said Meristan awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. You prefer girls?” “What? No,” she answered. “I just don’t feel that way… about people.” Meristan looked confused. “Are you sure? Perhaps you just haven’t met the right person?” “No, not like that,” she said, her frustration creeping into her voice. “I just don’t have that… desire.”
― Justin Lee Anderson, The Lost War

“It is each person’s right to choose how the world knows them.”
― Justin Lee Anderson, The Lost War

“Annie held up her hand. “Oh, sorry. One more thing—” She turned to DuBois. “Martin, we have about fifteen minutes of personal time after this lesson and before our next training exercise. Want to meet up in the bathroom down the hall and have sex?”

“I find that agreeable,” said DuBois. “Thank you, Dr. Shapiro.”

“Okay, cool.”

They both looked to me, ready for their lesson. I waited a few seconds to make sure there was no more oversharing, but they seemed content. “Okay, so the Krebs cycle in Astrophage has a variant—wait. Do you call her Dr. Shapiro while having sex?”

“Of course. That’s her name.”

“I kind of like it,” she said.

“I’m sorry I asked,” I said. “Now,”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary

“Your face opening is in sad mode.”
― Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary