“I
can’t believe you didn’t pack any weapons.
Some kind of handgun adapted for Martian air.”
“Believe me. I didn’t.”
She hesitated. “OK. Well, I did.
In the back of the food lockers, on both the gliders. I stowed away crossbows. To work them, you just have to-“
“Found
them. Took them out. Dumped them.
Sorry, kid.”
She felt unreasonably enraged.
“Why the hell? Listen to me,
Dad. Weapons like that have helped keep
me alive a long time in the Long Earth-“
“Don’t hold with weapons.
Wouldn’t expect that from a guy from Wyoming, would you, Frank? Weapons kill people, in the hands of idiots. And since most of the human race are idiots-“
(from The Long Mars
by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Baxter)
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