Boothill sat down at the bar, not sure how he got here. It felt like just yesterday he had everything.

Though it was really ten years ago, back when he was still human. Not a fucking cyborg. He sighed deeply as he looked at the bar tender.

“Give me a whiskey.” He muttered as he reminded himself of better times. On his home planet, he had everything, a farm, some horses, a barn and some animals.

A daughter and a woman of his own. His daughter Sam, she looked just like her mother. And her mother, she was the cutest ranch girl in the history of women. And then the IPC took it all from him, took his precious baby girl, and he didn’t even know what became of his lovely soon to be wife.

They took his family and his humanity. He would give up anything to quit this space cowboy ship and go back on that farm with Sam and the love of his life.

He didn’t even notice that someone sat next to him.