Big Boss let loose a hearty chuckle. “The Port of San Alanza, kiddo. See that? Haywood Traveling Museum.”

You looked in the direction he indicated, where the early morning light shone past the silhouette of a cruiser. The elegant, yet antiquated ship was moored near the shore, bordered by a bustling cityscape.

“I’ve met Haywood. Heard of him, kiddo? He’s known for his undying respect for the state,” Big Boss quipped. “His museum registration and art exhibition license probably expired five years ago, that mad lad. Doubt it bothers him that memes are forbidden. Matter of fact, he probably relishes the dishonor of possessing them.”