How long have we had space travel?" Breyguhn shouted, smacking her fist into the table surface; the chain whipped down, scattering chips of granite. Breyguhn didn't seem to notice. "Seven thousand years! Seven thousand years!" she roared, standing, throwing her arms wide, voice echoing from above. Sharrow heard a bell ringing somewhere. "Seventy centuries, Sharrow! Seven millennia of footling about in the one miserable system, crawling from rock to rock,
( Iain M. Banks )
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