"Is this sap poisonous," he asked as he reached out to touch it but her hand grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled it away.

"Don't be foolish. Injecting yourself with juice from The Sector is worse than death itself. You'd have to live here with me for the rest of your addict-ridden life."

"But, that's exactly..."

"Over here," she was pointing to an area beyond where he couldn't see anything except night. The flatlands were monotonously cool and predictable with nothing in store for them.