the smuggler’s bible

Asia Minor

The chassis is cinders. The fine upholstery and the chrome hardware are cinders. The small warranty booklet—thirty thousand words crammed into sixteen pages at three point type—yes, that very same booklet…

“Burned to ashes,” Asia Minor says, “then cinders.”

“That’s going to complicate things.”

“I don’t see how it possibly could.”

“Well,” says the man behind the desk. “Before we approve coverage, perhaps you could provide evidence that you, uhm, didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Didn’t pilot your own spacecraft into the sun’s gravity well and abandon it to the searing, primordial hydrogen flames.”

“Come on, man. Have a heart.”