B-184: Spanial (N-Space to Zarg’s World), Lia’s Cabin
He ponders for a time, he is, after all, a starship mechanic not a literary critic.
“No, not thee same. Moderrnn books forr a moderrnn worrld. Sinnce Xumans xome to my worrld storries are mosstly eitherr about thee time chusst beforre that, when thee future wass sstill lazy and ssated, orr…”
He pauses and taps the centre of his forehead with a claw, “bookss xave xgonne innwarrd…intrrospective…xow xwe thinnk, xow xwe feel, xwhat it meanss to be Felline now.”
She nods.
“That makes sense. Searching for a cultural identity because your people were invaded by another race – it’s bound to make you think about what it means to be you. I imagine there would be a lot of books about the invasion itself too…”
She looks sad.