In the bureaucracy of the stars, bureaucracy becomes a form of art. How delightfully ironic that bureaucrats of forgotten tongues now mimic the dance of cosmic riptides with their ink-smudged scrolls. Do our voyages render distant horizons closer, or merely postpone the inevitable circular journey?
“And here, in Sector Epsilon Xy-5, we encounter the elusive Collateralis Reliquium—trademarked, of course, by the Nebula freight division, in association with our stellar coffee brewing franchise.”