"I don't know if the Earth you come from is the same Earth I come from, just a little further back. But it's possible. So far all the history checks out, on my end. I guess you can always hope they'll get there one day but it took a guy taking a pretty big fucking risk to get there and that could happen anytime. With anyone. Just one guy with one good idea and history suddenly surges forward." And wasn't that how it had always gone? Amos was hardly an academic but he liked to read. Sometimes the dry histories and science manuals appealed to him more than sweeping emotional fiction. He might not have known everything, or even a lot, but he knew enough to tie some of the pieces together. It was probably half a defense mechanism because if you knew how people had fucked up the past it was a lot easier to keep them from fucking up in the future.
"Not a lot of use for boxers in space either though," he said with a huff and an amused raise of his eyebrow. "Unless you want to go to work for a security firm. Or you want to smuggle." Neither of which had ever appealed to him, personally. He had enough of the latter on Earth and the former flat-out wouldn't have had him even if he tried. He'd never pass the background checks. "I did a bit of boxing when I was a kid, though." And he looked like he still could have done a bit of it. Amos was a wall of solid muscle. "Never made much money out of it, but it was something to do." And without that experience he probably would have never gotten out of Baltimore so he supposed it was worth it, for that. But there was a hell of a lot of history in his history and he wasn't about to dump that all out of someone he'd just met.
"You'd probably see more being a lawyer, though. Especially now. Everyone's arguing over new territories, trying to negotiate some bullshit or another and usually they bring out the suits before they start sabotaging and shooting each other."