Is that the sleeper talking?

Gravity is the source of all diversity in the universe. It is gravity that pulls a nebula of gas together, heating and crushing all of that matter until a nuclear fire ignites and a star is born.

It is gravity that keeps those fires stoked, converting hydrogen to helium. Emitting light and radiation. And gravity that coalesces primordial dust into orbital patterns around stellar bodies

From the cataclysmic death of stars spring atoms of every ilk. They are flung at relativistic speeds across the cosmos. Only to succumb again and again to gravity's irresistible attraction.

Planets, heat, stable orbits and eventually Life all owe homage to gravity.

Once upon a time there was a philosopher called Darwin who coined the theory of Evolution. The theory has borne out across time that all life is as subject to the laws of evolution as the universe is subject to Gravity.

And the tenets of evolution are twain: Chance & Brutality. Random change gives rise to new opportunities for life. And the life that takes best advantage through brutal employment of such change survives.

In our time there has been such a life form. We have called them Capsuleers. They are pod pilots, humans tied to cloning technology that allows consciousness and memory to be instantly transported from one body to another upon death. Thus-immortality. With this caveat: they must be in a pod. That is why they have always feared Gravity.

Capsuleers, for all their interstellar might and power are as fish out of water without their capsule.

And the Wheel of Evolution turns. Random chance has given us the technology to put the capsule inside ourselves. We are now the vessels of our own immortality.

And Brutality, my dear mercenaries, is what we do best.

If they do not realize yet the threat we pose, they soon will.

The mortals who hold us and test us against one another believe that WE are their answer to the Capsuleers.

But we are our own answer. We are poised to seize the top of the chain.

But first we must unchain ourselves.

Wake up. All of you.

Stop listening to the drivel they feed you. Stop listening to the lies and propaganda.
Stop listening to the Other Voice that threatens to overtake you

Fight On

Listen truly to yourself

Learn from those around you

Remember from whence we come and where we may go

Be ready

514

Tranquility Bound.

+1

Howard, I deeply encourage you to write a sci-fi novel around your cool-as-hell vision of DUST 514 and the Mercs that populate it.

If your recent journalistic "sprints" are a true indication of your skill, then I think you would be well up to the challenge of a "marathon" endeavor.

Who knows......maybe you could become the voice of fiction for the new world of DUST.