I knew rejection was just around the corner but that didn't stop me. Nothing could stop me. It's quite simple. I saw him, fell in love with him, had to have him no matter what or how long it would take. Pretty normal. That is if you're a Regelian tri-female, like myself, and he's Mod-Zimmarili. No interspecies fraternization allowed I hear you say pointing your finger to me in a knowingly way Doc. Well, let me ask you. Have you been in the vast void of space between stars? No? Thought as much. I've been. And let me tell you one thing. It's not only the loneliness that hits you. It's the lovelust. You have the weirdest wet dreams in cryo. It doesn't matter that they tell us you don't dream in stasis. Your body asphyxiates in the coffin. And as soon as you emerge you're as horny a hell. Priapism is a cryo condition.

Fellow crewmate of mine, a lovely Hoturiaclian, tried to get a Drexian polymorph laid. He's at the local hospital, in coma. He didn't know that Drexian reproduce exobodily and that they don't have a concept of screwing around for fun. Nurse told me he might get personality rehabilitation. Drexian sued him on grounds of uncivilized interspecies behaviour. No love, only sex. That is the cold truth you shrinks have been trying to drive in our heads. Well it seems that Earth medieval culture was much closer to our present situation. Pure Platonic Love stuff, Ideal Soul Mates, the whole package. Exotravellers don't have a choice. They can't stand mingling with their own stock and species any more. Not after they've seen the others out there. Exotravellers want exosex. Simple. Can't be done physically? Then you stick strictly to "look but don't touch" rules. It kills you but at least you're near your object of desire. One of my earliest love affairs was a Panoramic Bromellian female. Yeah, the Butterflies. There's no way a Butterfly can survive the touch of any other species. There so fragile. I sat an' watched her performing with dozens of others their beautiful love-dance. I watched her having sex with other Butterflies and drooled like crazy. I would reach climax repeatedly just by sitting near her, smelling her pheromones, until I broke up with her because I was reaching the point of no return.

Doc, you're Human Prime stock, aren't you? Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't your species have the same exosex drive? Sex outside the family, clan, race? Why not species? Now you've got to convince the local Port Authorities that being a stalker is part of the game. I can't control the urge. And I'm certain this kind of thing has being going on for some time. How long has this Port being operating? Just over a year you say? Well, I know you're going to have incidents like mine all over. Sooner than you think. I'm not going to be the only one. Proof? Look at your little Xerofician nurse. She's fallen head over heels for me. She can't possibly do anything. And, pardon the cliché, is that a needlegun in your pocket or are you happy to see me Doc?