The Self-Proclaimed Flightmaster
A few minutes later, Gary was sitting down at a table in Xenia's with a drink in his hand, contemplating the road that brought him here. And then he was so rudely interrupted.
A Slorian wearing ordinary clothes sat down at his table, while a bald human with a black leather jacket, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a bullet pistol holstered at his hip stood nearby. "Bill Gates." The Slorian greeted him. "You owe me money."
"First off, my name is Steve Jobs, which brings us to my next point - I do not owe you money." Gary explained. An avid reader of human history, he borrowed the names of two men who both went on to found very influential, competing companies, figuring there was no way a Slorian on some backwater planet would recognize them.
"Well that's odd. A man who looks exactly like you approached me last week to borrow some money for a card game."
Gary's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't sound like me."
"You sound exactly like him." The human man said. Suddenly the Slorian pulled out a laser pistol and aimed it across the table, which the hired thug was blocking from the rest of the tavern's view.
"You gave me a fake name." The Slorian went on. "I should kill you right now. But I won't. Instead, I want double what I loaned you originally."
"You know..." Gary began, one hand tightening on his own holstered weapon. Neither the Slorian loan shark nor the human thug caught on to this movement. "This reminds me of a movie I saw once..."
"Oh?"
"It was this really, really,
really
old film I watched when I was on Earth." Gary explained. "Six hundred years old, give or take. My history teacher in high school showed it to us, to show how far our technology had progressed and all that, and what we first thought...
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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