WHO ARE U TO LEATCURE ME ON MY PAST

"On the run?" ... Remind me-- were you originally Caldari?


It's pretty ambiguous whether Heth's actions were justified in this instance.


Take them for granted? I take them for absurd.

Something which might not have been quite clear: I'm not quite on "our" side, steadyhand. I'm on the side of civilization-- that is, the empires-- because I don't see the alternative, certainly including rule by ourselves, as acceptable. If the empires wanted us all dead, I would help pull the plug.

Yes, that includes on myself, as well.

In a war between baseliners and infomorphs, I side with the baseliners even if it means my death. Most of what I value in this universe is primarily theirs, and I will die before I see it come to harm.

Let's hope it never comes to that, mm?

Your record of your history is interesting, and it's peculiar that we don't have a clearer record of the events you point to. I always wondered how that particular conflict went.

While I received my implants shortly before the purge, my own implantation was of the modern "alternative" sort; my sanity was never in serious question, at least not in terms of literally "going 514", and I wasn't present during the conflict. Even if Mordu's did save you, not all of us came to this line of work by that route. In fact, it seems quite clear that most did not, having been implanted later and with more reliable tech.

Perhaps you earned this status in blood. I didn't, and I mistrust the means by which I came to it.

Kindly don't pretend that there is nothing odd about you, a renegade first-gen, and me, a loyal minion of empire, sharing our situation. You may have won this status for yourself, but it's less clear how I got here, laden with freedoms I never wanted and have no use for.

Unless, again, there is something else at work.

apologies you are far far younger than i though you were, you were not around for the madness that the 1st batch of us went though.

how did you gain your implant when i came about i was among the first who then nearly promptly OB by the empress claiming we were demons or something, i never found out the truth, honestly i think it was out of fear the other empires would get hold of the tech, which they did anyway.

its becoming clear each passing month that the new breed dont understand they get an easy ride to immortality without the pain and trials the rest of us went though. i mean how do you think this tech even came about someone had to the first batch and not many of us made it thanks to the empires purges of innocent men and women.

but one thing is clear the empires are dieing immortals rule the worlds now its best to make sure you have the power to protect the mortals under your care just like im trying to

My comment was not aimed at you. Ur not the typical clone found on the battle field these days. Your one of the few who still thinks he can do some good, but not everything is about you, your past sucks for sure but u carry the pains of a mortal, dont think u have been order to whipe out a whole holding because one human, a slave was so hungry he stole some food.

and those two examples are exactly why i think the new breed are wrong being an immortal takes somthing else their are few who live our life and not break.

It's good to see that this topic is provoking some thought. If anyone has a theory that doesn't involve ... well, Jovian paternalism, I'd really like to hear it.

Alternatives to being pawns/beneficiaries of certain sickly, surviving Ancients would be comforting.




Most true. I did get to see a good bit of it, but always as an outsider, and I was at a training camp, not yet cleared for combat duty, when the purge occurred. They didn't come gunning for us: we weren't first-gens. Apparently I came in just a day or two after the upgrade.

I think the term for what I did is "lucked out."


Mine was a sort of odd retirement package. This is my second career. Regarding the first, I'll just say that it involved less marksmanship but a similar amount of system cracking.

I fully expected to end up a good little State soldier, probably a CalNav marine asset or something. I was exceedingly surprised when I didn't.


You make it sound as though we were on some Athra veranda, reclining on beds of fresh rose petals sipping spiced wine instead of engaged in a career that occasionally sees us gargling our own lungs.

Let's be clear, soldier: when someone is dangerously unstable and heavily armed, the question of innocence takes a back seat. The first question is how to end the danger.

Three out of the four empires decided on the same answer; the fourth is the one you ironically seem to like the least.

You were early adopters and got burned by a bug. The fact that you didn't ask for that, or maybe even have a choice, is irrelevant. What happened to you is unfortunate-- that is, unlucky. You get maybe a bit of sympathy for that, but is there any way of becoming a potentially-homicidal maniac that doesn't involve bad luck?

As for the experiments done after, that's between you and your empress. My sacrifice is a bit less confusing, and a lot more voluntary, but does that make it less substantial?

Put another way, I surrender my will and fate to the greater good of my nation. To a certain extent, this is more work than it should be: as an "independent," I have to actively seek out work that will aid the State, rather than just taking orders and trusting that they're well thought out.

You had your will taken from you, and now, feeling you were wronged, you decry those who put the good of others above yours. Others may have sacrificed you, but you have not sacrificed much of anything.


Gods, I hope you're wrong about this. I've always felt that a new dark age would bring on a technological crash, a spread of ignorance that would make infomorph technologies unsustainable. But if they didn't....

Here's a nightmare scenario for the ages: a pseudo-mythic new age of death and misery for "mortals" at the beck-and-call of the "immortal" infomorphs who rule them, but who lack any substantial level of empathy for those beneath them. Capsuleers reign unchallenged in the empty places between the stars, while we act as their agents on stations and planetary bodies. Some might be kind; most would be, at best, indifferent. This is remembering, of course, that a capsuleer is typically no more than slightly wiser than the average baseliner, and often much less.

And that is after the initial round of killing is done.

What an age of bitter wonders that would be.