Lister gazed out of the porthole and catalogues the series of disasters that had led him to this point in space and time: the bad decisions, the poor career choices, the unreliable friendships that had led him on a prison ship bound for the inhospitable penal colony in the outer cosmos, and all he'd ever wanted was to be a soft metal guitar icon.
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