"Large ends for Mankind", said Dara.
"God no, much too gauche" Zola snapped
Should I even ask, thought Dara. They were still at least an hour away from the moon, captive to regular elevator groans. Not to mention, staring at the ceiling rust lost it's charm after her third trip. "Alright i'll give: what's a gosh" she asked, sighing under her breath.
"Dara darling, are all you Earth siders such rubes" Zola asked, almost betraying a genuine curiosity in her haughty tone.
"Only the ones fucked enough to have this job", Dara muttered amid Zola's pacing, lecturing her on the finer points of culture. Feeling they were almost there, Dara once again tried for some common ground with her fickle partner. "Alright if you don't like my idea what do you think we should name it".
"Oh hush, who cares what we name the damned thing I got half a mind to"- Zola was suddenly interrupted, as the elevator cab's momentum shift sent her flying.
I have to admit, sometimes this scrap box had its charms thought Dara; her uppity compatriot railing at the impertinent machine behind her.
Dragging her charge through the lunar atrium, it occurred to Dara how embarrassing this would look if anyone was actually there to see. On reaching the front desk Zola tensed her eyes meeting the sleeping employee behind it.
"Dar you don't think she's-"
"Infected? No honey just fat" chimed the receptionist, her sudden arousal a testament to Dara's working theory; there wasn't a sleep deep enough, to stand the prick of Zola's voice.
While the office woman tucked a bulb shaped waist pressed against where her shirt met her skirt top, it was nowhere near the level of being genogen symptomatic. Brushing off Zola's false sense of alarm, Dara gave her usual apologies, for her better half's untactful disposition. After signing them in, she bee lined for the door, dreaming of when she wouldn't have to play diplomat to Zola's colorful persona.
"Oh come on, don't tell me you didn't think the same thing" Zola yipped in her defense
"By now you'd think you'd be able to tell the difference" Dara shot back, exasperated.
Zola shrugged, "I'm more of a big picture girl"
Yea that's what i'm counting, Dara thought as they entered the main hall of the Lunar Palliation Center.
Great globes of grey steadily glid through a still framed space, the orbs gradual turn revealed a craterous underside of...cellulite?
“Wild isn’t it, you never really get used to it”, Zola said noticing her friend’s shock.
They both stopped and stared through the glass entrancing in astonishment at the bloated women expenses.
“You the camera people,” asked a voice from behind them.
Spinning around they faced a stout flight suit with the words: Zero G Genogene Treatment Staff, printed in front. Pulled from their shared moment, they could only nod. Confirming their identity the man motioned for them to follow out the viewing area through a series of hallways.
“Why do you shave their head” Dara asked, hurrying to keep pace with the fully covered hospice worker.
“We don’t, happens naturally after the bloating. Our docs think it's a side effect of some Senustrogin or whatever”
“You mean xenoestrogen?” Dara corrected
“Yea that’s probably it”, the worker replied absent minded, focused on a blinking tablet.
“I thought that theory was debunked”, Zola interjected
At this he looked up and turned to face the the girls. “Alright listen, right now we know about as much as the stooges back home do. We would know more except for the fact we grind to a halt every time a pair of kids want to play news reporter”.
“We aren’t dying to be here either bub so scram and get us some interviews for both our sake” Zola snapped back
At this the man snickered, “Interviews? If that’s what you came for you’ll have better luck making a barnyard sounds compilation, about the only thing these butterballs can manage is a moo”. With that he led them into the staff dormitory and left them to consider the the weight of what he just said.
“What are we going to do now interviews were our main segment” Zola said flinging her pillow in frustration. But Dara didn’t answer her thoughts were on the people of Earth, shuffling below completely unaware of what loomed above their heads.