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Hello World
Hello World Kano leaned back in his formfitting bar chair. “Listen, I’ve been clean and sober for sixty days now, and I don’t give a s**t who knows.” “That’s quaint, you still use Earth time. For us normal people, what is that in station cycles?” “Too long, two hundred and forty cycles.” “That’s impressive. I thought you looked different, new uniform?” Rollin said as he sipped his drink. “You smell like you’ve had a bath, too.” “Nuts, if you weren’t my partner—” “—Former partner.” “—I’d kick your ass.” “You want a drink?” “Nuts.” “Suit yourself.” “Rollin, I think you need to get your gears looked at. One must be too tight in your noggin.” Kano knew the joke about his former partner’s cybernetic implants would spin him up, nearly as much as jokes about sobriety. His former partn
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