Never saw Uma as the impulsive type, but this morning she cleared our schedules and took me on a day trip to see the Farm.
We borrowed a plane from the project fleet, so we could hop an orbital shuttle out of Jiuquan.
I hadn't left the surface in years, and embarrassed myself with a bout of zero-G sickness.
If Uma was disappointed in me, she didn't let it show.
The Farm was over the Serengeti when we caught up with it.
After all the time I'd spent arguing with biotechs over species inclusion, it was strange to walk through some paddocks and see the genuine article up close.
I stopped to touch a newly-cloned mammoth calf, and it wrapped its trunk around my wrist.
Wasn't expecting to feel a connection to some lab animal, but it felt like neither of us wanted to let go.
Two lost souls dragged back from oblivion, holding onto each other in orbit...