It's written all over your face, the way you carry yourself. That jokey tough guy shtick. I bet you watched Star Wars a few hundred times when you were a kid.
You're not trying to paper over your nasty wartime past. We all have that. You're trying to hide the fact that you like where it dumped you out. Driving around in that busted-ass roller with your hot Chewbacca, chupping whores. Shooting people who cause you trouble. Call that hand cannon strapped to your side a blaster, and you've got the complete picture. You're living your fantasy, and it only took ten years of an apocalyptic war and the near destruction of the Earth's surface.
Well, this is all very entertaining, if a little facile given that we've just met.
JRJessica "Berlin" Rainier
Admit it, you like the world just the way it is: a playground for a man who'd rather not grow up than face the fact that this doesn't work for most everybody else.
[to Amanda] Even back when you were Mayor and repeatedly kicking the Earth Republic in the teeth, I knew you were acting on principle. You've got character.
It's in our nature to want to be other than we are. It's what makes humanity great. We are creatures of incredible curiosity. We envy the flight of birds, and we build wings. Born earthbound, we reach for the stars.
[singing] I have infinite potential / Your love can set it free / Give me something to be proud of / Give me something more than me / I want bigger, sleeker, faster / I want to hug the curves / I yearn for something greater / Than one like me deserves / Take this child of evolution / And raise him to the sky / Set free his inner beauty / Teach this boy to fly / And when I ascend in glory / The gods will know my name / We will blow apart this fiction / That all are built the same
