“So what’s with the security guy?” Tak asked as the three of them left the apartment.
“What do you mean?”
“Most places I’ve been, if you break a rule, the security team ambushes you with stun weapons, or just a blow to the head if clubs are all they have, and you wake up locked out of the community. Which is particularly harsh when the outside of the community is a vacuum. Too many people, not enough space; no one tolerates anything anymore.”
“Just like that, no trial or anything?” Rabia said. “That sounds horrible. What sorts of places have you been?”
“All sorts. The lunar cities, Mars, some of the other space stations...”
“Security people on Earth are pretty laconic,” Omesh said. “Like statues, really. But well-armed statues; I don’t think anyone messes with them.”
“So how come you
