“Grif, like the rest of his breed, had stared into that deadly void for far too long and yet far too little. The career span of a space explorer like Grif was all too brief. M.A.N.N.—the Bureau of Manned Astronautic Nodular Navigation—the governing body that regulated such things benched its pilots at age thirty. At twenty-eight, Grif had had tow more years of piloting coming to him. Or so he'd thought.” - from ‘One of Our Plutos is Missing’ by Lee Allred. amzn.to/4issD4I #affiliatelink