A natural idiot, living at the bottom of an interstellar battleship with a brain that nudges him to change jobs all day long.
Some call him a ground rat, some call him a magician, and some call him a psychotherapist. In fact, he is just a battleship repairman, and occasionally works part-time as a gardener, farmer, and soldier.
In fact, what I want most is to be a farmer. It would be very convenient to have a portable space for interstellar travel and so on.
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