Find enclosed the seeds of High Life. Begin with prisoners, Earth’s bad seeds, scattered to the void in shame. The woman doctor whose task is to collect sperm like a queen bee. Plastic gloves, white blouses, dripping liquids. Nothing erotic: a language that speaks only of desire and fluids. The garden. How can you keep up the hope of return if some kind of earth isn’t part of the voyage? From the barren immensity, space dust, powder, pollen becomes Monte’s baby girl, Willow. Despair and human tenderness—and love, despite everything.