“The Alexander thing is a developing story, apparently. This is new. Up until now, he’s just been attacking and taking over the occasional floater.” “For what? What’s the point?” Bridget gave me a hard look. “Poor Howard. And Bobs in general. You’re so civilized and empathetic toward others that you just can’t understand that some people are just assholes. This is no different from any number of tin-pot dictators in Earth history. Little men, mostly, who measure their worth by the number of people and amount of resources they control.” I shook my head, feeling suddenly combative. “And again,
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