Kovacs scoffs at the notion. There is no one worse than fucking Earth. Earth who thinks they run the show, Earth who delights in killing other worlds and birthing Meths that live in the sky so they can look down at those on the ground.
Fuck Earth.
"No, it's Earth that you need to be worried about. My planet's not at war with yours. Or anyone's." Harlan's World was pretty much dead. Only ghosts lived there, ghosts that he wanted back but had no idea what he'd do with if he got his wish.
"It's 2384 where I'm from, friend," he says, the word falling from his lips like a curse. "Your time is distant and it's meaningless. To me, at least. I'm sure there's historians hidden away that might like to pick your brain. What's it gonna do but give me a educational lesson that I don't really need?"
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Kovacs scoffs at the notion. There is no one worse than fucking Earth. Earth who thinks they run the show, Earth who delights in killing other worlds and birthing Meths that live in the sky so they can look down at those on the ground.
Fuck Earth.
"No, it's Earth that you need to be worried about. My planet's not at war with yours. Or anyone's." Harlan's World was pretty much dead. Only ghosts lived there, ghosts that he wanted back but had no idea what he'd do with if he got his wish.
"It's 2384 where I'm from, friend," he says, the word falling from his lips like a curse. "Your time is distant and it's meaningless. To me, at least. I'm sure there's historians hidden away that might like to pick your brain. What's it gonna do but give me a educational lesson that I don't really need?"