Templeman glanced at the Barracuda, flashing him a smug smile before he continued, moving across the floor with a state of refined elegance and poise.
"I am a rich man, as I am sure is my esteemed collegue, the prosecuting Attourney." He gestured at the man.
"Then of course, your honour has to be quite rich..." He looked right at her and inclined his head, sweeping it around to gesture to the jury. "and the members of the jury, they all have to have homes, stable addresses in order to actually serve as jurors. Homes we are all proud of..."
He rounded pointing at the young boy, Jason.
"my client grew up on a starship, without a mother...." He shook his head in wonder.
"Doctor, given, again, your extensive experience on the frontier, what are the typical living conditions on frontier starships? Are there schools?" he paused, again looking troubled... "we know there are doctors because you and the crew of Med.Force.One are out there... but what about things like running water... food? Isn't it true that men in certain parts of Sirius will kill for a packet of Raman noodles? Can you paint a picture of what it must have been like for that young boy, over there, to have to grow up in these kinds of conditions?"
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