In my lines of work, I sometimes run into people who think they’re real tough. They’re used to people cowering around ’em and jumping when they take a step. I don’t like ’em, so I just smile at ’em and talk real softly. They really don’t know how to react to that. Their bosses usually like the civilized conversation though. That makes me money. Keeps me alive too. Always a plus in my book.
Back during the war one of them hippy liberal newsies that preached about how we deserved Yosemite Yards came around to grace us poor little soldiers with her presence. Well, she asked me on camera how I felt when the government forced me to kill Shang for them. I just smiled and said “Recoil.” I will never forget the expression on her face. I hear it got a trillion hits on the nets.
You know that sharks don’t get cancer right? I always wondered if the companies making all those expensive cancer treatments knew about that. Well, then the Peloran came, and their treatments cured it. I hear the drug companies were real shocked the Peloran didn’t charge us for that service. Of course, what with the war and all, we did pay for the treatments in a manner of speaking.
Lots of people are conspiracy theorists on everything from “who shot Kennedy” to “did President Smith let the Shang attack Yosemite Yards?” They see a conspiracy behind every action they don’t like. Well, the way I see, there’s always some group of people conspiring to make things better for themselves. The problem’s the ones who conspire to hurt others. Them I take a real joy in shootin’.
We sometimes think we are masters of the universe, flying where we want when we want, and that nothing can stop us. Well, I’ve seen a single solar flare burn out anything more advanced than a vacuum tube on an entire planet. A star burped and an entire planetary civilization fell on itself in hours. Total chaos. We live on the sufferance of the stars. The stars can end us real easy.