Literary Agent: “I meant manuscript wise.”
Tina: “Ohh. Um, yes. I’ve brought a few with me, just some rough drafts. (shuffle, shuffle) You might say something of an experiment.

Ex ‘Fleet man?”
“He was a full Commander, last I heard, sir.”
“Interesting.” Falconer commented. “Get me his specs. If I have to take him aboard my ship, I want to know all about him.”
She swallowed. “Yes sir.”
Falconer returned his attention to Nordyke.
“What’s their location?”
“They’re about a week outside the Hermes system, Captain.”
“Helm, set a course – best possible speed!”
“Um – sir, we’re on conversion drive at the moment.” The helmsman reported.
“I know, Linson – d’you think I’m senile?”
“No, sir – I…” The young helmsman stammered.
“I did say ‘best possible speed’, didn’t I?”
“Yes, sir.

Ramalama was moving higher in the sky already, the day was getting on. He was going to be late getting to San Fedora for his meeting with the Sheriff. And as a bounty hunter – even a good one with a lot of work, time is money. It seemed today that time was running out for Beck the Badfeller.

Mister Jordan?” Came the genteel, restrained voice of a more senior gentleman in the front of the canoe.
“Yes, General?”
“Shut up.” The General said curtly. “You’re scaring the fish.

I’m sure when you run it through the interweb just now, or if you are from a military ship, through your own database – you will see that you have stumbled across a relic of one of those great mysteries of deep space, and probably one of those missing ships people like to write spooky stories about. Well, whatever they wrote, buddy, they got it wrong. You can take it from me.

Voting on things is democratic, yes - but not on deciding on whether or not people should be equal or have human rights. That isn't democracy, it is mob rule.

Everybody should be equal in a democracy - that is the nature of a democracy.