About the book: 2000 / The space pirates from Brian Gloom’s team are not some pathetic thugs of Flint or Morgan, whose brains were only enough for then to properly mock the helpless prisoners and drink the captured booty in a port tavern or take a walk in the nearest brothel. The star corsairs of the future also devoted their lives to the fascinating search for ill-placed funds, but they do this on a truly galactic scale, not even disdaining noble deeds for which any decent gentleman of fortune should be ashamed. What else do you think can be called saving the planet Ploba from rebellious synthetoid robots??