Here we have Simon contemplating a certain Governor of the space station.
“Give a person a little authority and it goes straight to their head,” Simon muttered to himself. “Even if they’ve been doing it for the last fifteen years.”
Personally, Simon thought Mwenye needed to leave the space station more often, maybe get a little fresh air—find a woman, or man, to divert his frustrations—whatever tickled his fancy.
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