There's plenty of space out here in, um, space. But no matter how far away you are from the cities or worlds of the Culture, somehow, your mother can find you, and in just seconds say exactly the thing that will just most piss you off.
That's the super-power of blood relations. They accumulate a lifetime of misunderstandings, judgements and irritations that can be channelled directly into your reptilian brain, bypassing all higher-control functions.
Gotta love 'em.
"What's that?! Sorry, you're dropping out - there's a lot of solar flares in this quadrant..."
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