A photon checks into a hotel and the receptionist asks him: Any luggage, sir?
No, he says, I m travelling light.
This is just one of the jokes pilots were broadcasting over the comms channel as I collected my wages in Grant Dock. There was one joke about the Higgs boson walking into a bar, or maybe it was a synagogue, I don t remember. All I care about is getting that sweet Palladium money, which I take from the pale-faced man who runs this station. He doesn t do much, the pale-faced man. Imagine a profile pic stuck on a postbox, with a little slot where money comes out. I prefer the people sounding off in local chat, they re at least human beings. Not that you d know it, listening to their jokes.
I load up my spaceship with power generators. It s good to be back. (more…)