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"As a young man, my father always said 'Pick something and be damned good at it'. So in my youth I sought that thing. Who knew it'd be crushing rocks in deep space and selling them off for an honest buck?"

Sipping at a cup of coffee, he lounged back in his chair, looking to the ceiling. "Sometimes I wonder what I would have been if I hadn't done this...looking up. I might have been some kind of tight-suited businessman, selling stocks on the galactic market. Instead-" kicking the console in front of him "-I'm sitting in this rig as we speak, getting ready to head back out and carve up some asteroids "

A deep sigh escapes him as his lips form a soft smile.

"I couldn't be happier".