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"TERRA NOIRANS could be here,' he thought. "I've never been in this system before. There could be NOIRANS anywhere." The cool recycled air felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE NOIRANS," he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated through the bridge, making the holodisplay pulsate even as military-grade combat stimulants circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities lurking outside the solar system. "With a ship, you can glass any planet you want," he said to his bridge crew, out loud.
[I'm testing a simple procedural shader for planets.]
