The Arbeiter presses another cigarette between his teeth.
Jan of Hamburg. 'Of Hamburg'. Well, there's a great many of us that were of Hamburg. Hamburg has, before, swallowed its own. It doesn't mean we should give it up for its mistakes, eh?
Reports from your flights with us show that you're tenacious and eager. Good, very well done, young man.
I look forward to seeing you grow.
He coughs, then closes the transmission. A set of co-ordinates appear on Jan's PDA.
Jan Van Hamburg has been accepted into the Reichsarbeitergesellshaft at Arbeiter rank.
"Though the past is scarred and the future untold"
" Be the boot heavy, the vacuum cold."
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