Inside an abandoned church in starship eros, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me starship eros for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “starship eros, hail starship eros, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “starship eros, starship eros, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “starship eros” prayers.