"I rather not take it all in. It's just too much out of my norm. In my time, we barely really have touched the concept of space travel. We have drones and rovers on other planets and the moon for scientific research... and people who spend time on space stations orbiting the Earth." Aaron shrugged.
"Future Trading isn't interesting. It's boring mostly, but it paid well, and it was for sure something I didn't care about getting up and walking away from when I got activated. Hinting Vanguard, it was my callsign." Aaron felt the weight of his watch more at this point. "The agent life was much more up my alley. I rather espionage and soldiering than desk duty."
"I try and make effort not to waste people's time." Vanguard responded. Then he was given an address. Aaron examined it for a long time, and tapped his watch. ISAC recorded it, and put it in it's memory banks. Then Aaron destroyed the piece of paper. Not only did the agent put it to memory, he had it safe in ISAC. "I will keep that in mind. I'll watch my step in the garden. My ex-wife had one, and often threatened my life if I trampled into the garden."
Aaron thought for a moment. "I do believe I can say the same. It's nice sitting and not worrying about any given faction stabbing me in the back."