Brian layed back in a uncomfortable cheap bench, stareing out the window of a public lounge. He saw a array of magnificent stars and interstellar clouds, the beauty of
space continuously baffled him. Sometimes the feeling of majesty the void gave off, made him think that there could be a god. What foolish thinking if a marshal just
caught one odor of treachery, he would surely be put in one of the Inpierms rigorous reeducation camps. Brian shook the thought and through himself upwards out of the
seat.

I took some time to write this one, do you think it's better?