- The thing about astronautic taxi driving is that there’s plenty of time for conversation.
- It’s generally not a problem.
- Unless you pick up a fare in Arrakas.
‘I normally walk to planet Caladan, but I’ve hurt my back.’
Jemima Boilerplate bit her lip, ignoring the obvious exaggeration.
‘How’d ya hurt it?’, she asked, hoping to change the subject from boasting. Which is never an easy task while talking to a Dunonian.
‘Felling trees. Now. You won’t know this, because you’re stupid, but I’m the greatest lumberjack on Dune.’
‘But there are no trees on Dune.’
‘Not anymore there’s not.’
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