Yenny on the Martian Stage

Yenny looked at the screen and wondered how long a fake would last. He knew he couldn't trust his instincts because they could betray him. Never again would his days be laid out before him at neat parcels, meticulously calibrated to both his immediate physiological needs and the highest possible projection of his future. His bones ached to run back to his marble walled house to jump into the soma projector and stand before the frenzied crowd. But this act of choosing elsewhere else when made it right.