Is A Trap !!link!! | Her Glowing Buttflap

But humans, and human-adjacent beings, are not rational creatures. The glow was too friendly. Too inviting. It whispered promises of comfort, of rest, of a brief vacation from the grinding horror of space-station existence. And one by one, they kept touching it.

Her name, according to the flickering bounty feed on his wrist-comp, was Vesper Rhen. Wanted for “aggravated salvage, destruction of corporate property, and leaving a trail of humiliated security droids.” The reward was a small fortune—enough to pay off his berth fees and finally afford real eggs instead of the synthetic green paste that tasted like regret. her glowing buttflap is a trap

“Of course I’ll be back,” she said. “The glow always finds a way.” But humans, and human-adjacent beings, are not rational