“All I’m saying is that fiction writers should be free to write about anyone.”
“Weir, for the last time: I haven’t read that damn Mexican book.”
“Its an American book, Jer. It’s in English.”
“Don’t care, man. I like science fiction.”
“So you would read a book about Space Mexicans?”
“What the hell are Space Mexicans, man?”
“Gosh, I dunno. Maybe the piñatas are full of lasers.”
“How would that even work?”
“Crafty people, those Space Mexicans. Give a whole new meaning to the term–”
“Don’t say it, man.”
“–illegal aliens.”
“You said it.”
“Can’t keep ’em out with a wall. You’d need a Dyson Sphere or something. And, uh, he’s busy with vacuums nowadays. Completely out of the sphere business.”
“Just play the song, Weir.”
Great fucking post here. People read too much into things sometimes.