In the infinitely cold and enveloping liquid space, different forms of life were found. I was a kind of journalist. I sold articles for various magazines like Interplanetary Geographic. I didn't get paid much for my articles, but I could use quantum leaps for free, while a ride on them costs about two gallions (the average middle-class salary is about 800 gallions). Also, the badge of interdimensional journalist allows me to enter the rejected dimensions, where I find often the nastiest inhabitants of the continuum. I'd love to find something like beautiful white Baltic butterflies from the planet MI6 or red-spotted tarantulas from the Miley Cyrus constellation, but publications pay more for nasty and “unusual” creatures. We've quickly invented FTL travel and the photonic oxygen converter, but worlds without brown plasma deposits aren't very interesting, so I often admire the views in the company of rare security drones and a couple of homeless people who didn't find a place on their home space frames.
