If wars began with rage, they ended with exhaustion. - James S. A. Corey

The bar was worse than shitty. Shitty had character. The place was generic. Fake stone meant to echo a tunnel on Ceres or Pallas marked with graffiti to make it look edgy until you noticed that the pattern of it repeated every couple meters. The appearance of counterculture as churned out by a corporate designer.

Never knew if you had any luck left unless you pushed it.

'The predictable limits of a conceptual framework,'" Bobbie said. A phrase from her classroom on Olympus Mons. "It's always where to hit the enemy. Whoever they turn out to be. When I learned how to do things like this, we were thinking about Earthers and pirates.
Katria laughed. "When I taught myself how to do this, I was thinking of people like you. Strange how the wheel turns.