A Boat Named Misery…

Epilogue

*Em’s pov*

I woke in a sweat after that crazy ass dream. Sure, I respected and adored Tesla but there was no way that’d ever happen; not least of which because we were both asexual (as far as I knew). I’d had sex before and didn’t mind it — it’s how I got my amazing kid after all. But I never sought it out for its own sake, nor thought anyone hot in any way that would ever make me want to fuck or make love to them. It was the same for me with romance, namely me being aromantic, and imagining yourself alone in a universe with an enamored lover seemed pretty…