Fuzzy Nation

by John Scalzi

“It’ll make me look like an asshole,” Holloway said. “Everyone thinks you’re an asshole anyway, Holloway,” Aubrey said. “No offense.” “None taken,” Holloway said.

“Jesus,” Aubrey said. “You can’t be serious.” “Jesus I am,” Holloway said.

“I think you overestimate your abilities,” Aubrey said, and smiled. “That’s a curious thing to say,” Holloway said. “Considering that in the space of a month, I’ve managed to take a planet from you and cut out your company’s heart.” Aubrey stopped smiling. “You need to ask yourself what I could do if you gave me two months. Or a year.”