“They ripped me from my mother's arms. They raised me as a soldier, sworn to serve our god-king. My service brought them glory. Too much glory. They left me for dead here, at the edge of the universe. His son grows inside me. The son of a god. And for the sake of my son I shall burn worlds, I shall free my people…And I shall kill my god.”
Hanna
Some people thrive in the solitude of deep space, while others flay themselves and wrote poetry with their blood and feces on the walls. It can be difficult to anticipate which way an engineer will go.
Gossamer Wings and Other Stories 