Sources
| Source | ID | Link |
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| GoodReads | 61214533 | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61214533 |
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Description
Down below they still believe in ideas like right and wrong. Up here the arc of humanity crosses many boundaries. The cold of space. The heat of passion. It is a place of nowhere and everywhere. A vector where crime is not bound by gravity and larceny is committed in the realm of tomorrow.
Out here are the few. The jaded. Adrift in the black and alone in the void. The rules of civilization seem a forgotten dream. Scoundrels hide between galaxies and wormholes only to be swallowed up in the blackness shrouding devious minds. We watch from the seedy corners of back-alley gin joints and spaceports as we swirl replicated bourbon under artificial light.
But the yearning remains, fantasies inside your helmet. Dreams of being with someone. You understand as only an astronaut can how we carry the darkness in us when we venture out, staying one step in front of the vacuum threatening to consume us before our humanity runs out.
So, to all the mugs out there, remember: The Astronaut Only Rings Twice.
Out here are the few. The jaded. Adrift in the black and alone in the void. The rules of civilization seem a forgotten dream. Scoundrels hide between galaxies and wormholes only to be swallowed up in the blackness shrouding devious minds. We watch from the seedy corners of back-alley gin joints and spaceports as we swirl replicated bourbon under artificial light.
But the yearning remains, fantasies inside your helmet. Dreams of being with someone. You understand as only an astronaut can how we carry the darkness in us when we venture out, staying one step in front of the vacuum threatening to consume us before our humanity runs out.
So, to all the mugs out there, remember: The Astronaut Only Rings Twice.