"He has been passed a forearm on a tray and touched it with an an electrified probe to watch the fingers spasm, he has examined the blueprints for the structures of David’s throat, the samples of cloth intended for his jumpsuits." For this prompt.

Meredith and David enjoy a private moment, or rather, Meredith enjoys it.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

David's mind does not withstand two years of solitude. (Written for this prompt.)

David thinks on the manifold nature of love with regard to one Eli Shaw.