Far be it from Renee to say she's above being drawn into ridiculous slap fights about pointless nonsense, but she's also the one who has to decide where the line gets drawn.
And right here, right now, when there is something so much bigger than the fussy semantics about whose engines are bigger than whose, she is drawing the fucking line.
"And right now we are in Maryland, America, where no one has won the space race because it is the year 1960. No one cares about Goddard, no one cares about TranStar, so let's go ahead and put those particular big name brands back on the shelf for another day. Got it?"
That last sentence comes as half a snarl, a barked order from someone used to throwing her weight around in command, and a dangerously flat look. "We have bigger things to worry about. If this isn't a simulation, that means it's real."
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And right here, right now, when there is something so much bigger than the fussy semantics about whose engines are bigger than whose, she is drawing the fucking line.
"And right now we are in Maryland, America, where no one has won the space race because it is the year 1960. No one cares about Goddard, no one cares about TranStar, so let's go ahead and put those particular big name brands back on the shelf for another day. Got it?"
That last sentence comes as half a snarl, a barked order from someone used to throwing her weight around in command, and a dangerously flat look. "We have bigger things to worry about. If this isn't a simulation, that means it's real."