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him was the flat stone surface of what he knew must be the Marbletop Mountain Range. "David?" Denni asked, her voice floating by him.He turned. "Yes?"
"I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Would you... like to join me?"
David thought about it. It's not true that starships are usually desperately low on water supplies; in fact, most ships have an abudance of water that would have shocked the maritime sailors of yesteryear. Nor is it that starships lack hot water exclusively; starships very often have an overabundance of heat, and engineers are constantly looking for ways to redistribute that heat about the ship. Cold water is more likely to be the missing commodity than hot.
What starships lack, more than anything else, is space. So much of the wallspace, floors, ceilings and hull of the ship is dedicated to either life support or cargo that there's usually very little room left over for creature comforts like a shower that can hold two. Despite the largess of his bedroom, David's shower was still nothing more than a cubicle built to the specifications of one (1) standard human frame. For him, it was quite spacious. But Denni, who was both taller than the average human and probably a little thicker about the middle, filled his stall to capacity. They could never shower together onboard.
Now, though, he was land-bound, and probably they had ample room in the shower downstairs. Shardiks did have reputations as a bit sybaritic, and that probably extended towards their bathrooms as well as anything else. "Denni," he replied, "I'd be delighted."
"Come on, then." She held out her hand, and he took it. He wasn't surprised to find another gravity well leading downwards, this time into a bedroom. "That's the bed?"
"Uh-huh," she said. "Huge, isn't it? Come here, you've got to see the showers. I grew up in these things!" She giggled and led him through a very ordinary wooden door into the bathroom. Done entirely in blue tile, the room was dominated by a giant, frosted-glass box in the far corner from the door he had entered. "That's the shower?"
"That's it. Go on, get in. I need to use the toilet. I'll see you when I get in there. The controls are easy." She opened the door and shoo'ed David inside before closing the door again.
David surveyed the room; Vaguely square, but for a slice that ran across the two main walls of the bathroom, giving the room a lopsided- pentagon geometry. On one wall a small spherical showerhead made of gray was stuck into the tile. Below it he found three touch controls marked "Temperature," "Pressure," "Massage." He touched the
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