[Every time he hears about the future, he has a little debate with himself: would he have wanted to live to see that? Or is he glad that he died before it could happen? In this case, it's undecided: he's not particular to animals, but it's a sad story, nonetheless. And even if he knows space travel is possible (obviously), it's strange to hear about how it developed.
He's wearing a sharp three-piece suit, a fedora hanging from a coat hanger in the background. It's all very 1920's gangster, even if it's just fashion to him. There's also two small round scars on his face, one below the eye, one in the middle of his forehead.]
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He's wearing a sharp three-piece suit, a fedora hanging from a coat hanger in the background. It's all very 1920's gangster, even if it's just fashion to him. There's also two small round scars on his face, one below the eye, one in the middle of his forehead.]
I guess progress always comes at a cost.