[ There are too many people in this place who dismiss and disdain their experiences in their past lives. Wedge doesn't believe that; emotions are no less real in a simulation than they are in 'real' space, like reading a book and hurting for a fictional character makes it no less valuable because the character is fictional.

This line of thinking allowed Wedge to skip the identity crisis most people undergo after being unplugged. Some thought it eerie, but others, kindred souls, understood. Wedge gravitates towards these people.

There's word around that there's a guy willing to write up sims of things you miss. People you loved. Wedge sees no reason not to indulge it.

He sits down, hands on his knees. ] I was an ace pilot. I flew these ships called X-Wings. Here... [ He rummages through his pockets for a folded piece of paper, and hands it to Stephen. It's a diagram. ] ...this is what they looked like.

I'd like to fly one again. No training exercise, no hostiles. Just flying.