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The engineer takes my hand. His skin runs hot. Very hot. He doesn't let go at what I would gauge as a socially-acceptable handshake time interval. Are we just holding hands in the middle of the lab-workshop space? Guess we are.
"I'm Rocky," he finally introduces himself. He has a hint of an accent, something lilting, melodic. I can't really place it.
"Rocky," I repeat, slowly. "Like the movies?"
"No," Rocky deadpans, giving me a look like I'm stupid. "Like the rocks."
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As he stared down into the lumpy grey goop that was his evening rations, he contemplated whether it was really worth it.
They’d come a very long way just for Grace to give up and die at the last hurdle, both physically and emotionally. The Tau Ceti system was a long, long way away now, and Grace had faced not one but two highly emotional suicide missions. Three, if you counted the time before he was given a military grade roofie and hucked into space without his memories.
Rocky and Grace make it back to Erid! Huzzah!
Now they have to navigate all of... that. -
The Logic of Heat (Or Lack Thereof) by RisingAnarchy
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
16 Apr 2026
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Drool dripped from Grace’s parted lips, cheeks flushed a deep red as he nuzzled against Rocky’s bubble. A pathetic little chirp escapes him, words lost in the fog of arousal. His hips rutted into the air, occasionally brushing the pink tip of his cock against the ball, smearing slick and clear fluid against the clear surface. Rocky cooed and clicked at the new droplets as they oozed down his chamber.
The length pressed deep into his cunt as his muscles pulsed around it in a weak attempt to milk it for cum. Grace didn’t care about the impossibility. His cunt greedily clenched again and again, aching for that thick fluid to fill his womb with the promise of a pup. In a few days, it would not be lost on him just how desperate he was for something he didn’t even necessarily want. But that was a problem for future him to mull over.
Grace whined, heels planted on the bed, forcing his hips down further onto the thick, smooth length of xenonite and silicon.
“Very good, Grace,” Rocky cooed, manipulator clicking the button a few times to slowly increase the inflation around the base.
________________________Grace runs out of suppressants on the way to Erid. Rocky finds a way to soothe him.