“Your father is a hero.” “No, he’s not. Placing weapons at Grand Galaxies put every single guest here at risk, and he knew that. We should be moving past all this bullshit. It’s almost the 22nd Century and countries are still trying to one up each other. I think that’s why I must have become a cosmonaut; to get away from all the bullshit on Earth. Well, that, and trying to get closer to my illustrious father. If I hadn’t joined the corps I probably would only have ever seen him at Christmas. Maybe that would have been better.”
