Transit Flesh

The Mars Express quantum tunnel felt like being fucked by physics itself.

Marcus Chen’s body stretched across 225 million kilometers of space, every molecule screaming as it split between locations. His cock existed on Earth while his brain materialized on Mars, the sensation of separation so intense it transcended pain into something almost transcendent.

“Initiating transit,” the definitely human voice of Brad from Sales announced. “Please ensure all instances are secured.”

Marcus felt his consciousness tear. Instance 1 maintained erection on Earth—his partner would barely notice the switch. Instances 2 through 9 scattered across the Mars-Earth shipping lanes, each experiencing different flavors of temporal displacement. Instance 10 got stuck in the asteroid belt, probably.

The tunnel walls were meat-slick with probability. Other commuters’ partial bodies phased in and out—a banker’s liver, a teacher’s left breast, someone’s entire nervous system floating in quantum superposition.

His bones arrived first. Then organs, sloshing into place with wet sounds. Blood vessels threaded through muscle tissue like desperate lovers reuniting. His skin formed last, sealing in the screaming.

“Transit complete. Enjoy Mars. Continental breakfast available in Terminal 7.”

Marcus stumbled out, his body reassembled but wrong. His left hand felt like it was still on Earth. His prostate definitely was—he could feel his partner’s continued ministrations across the void.

“Rough commute?” asked Jennifer from Accounting, her own body still flickering between states. One breast on Mars, the other in transit.

“The usual.” Marcus checked his phone. Seventeen messages from his instances, each reporting different arrival times. Instance 6 hadn’t arrived at all. Instance 13 existed despite him only having twelve.

The morning Mars sunrise hurt. Everything hurt. But the mortgage on their Earth apartment required his Mars salary. And his partner worked in the asteroid belt. And their daughter’s school was on Luna.

Modern love required being torn apart daily and reassembled wrong.