Across the stars they heed the call,
GÇ£ISK and Glory, Come One, Come All!GÇ¥
On battlefields far-flung they fall:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

Though slain in battle, bodies torn,
They fear no Reaper. Death they scorn.
From Biomass they are reborn:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

From finite man, these souls, procured.
With endless life and wealth, allured.
Though ceaseless death and pain, assured:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

Caring not for pain or mortal coil,
Seeing not but gain and endless spoil,
Ceasing not their endless toil:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

Tearing through opponentGÇÖs might,
Heeding not the wrong or right,
Pressing on, no end in sight:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

Ponder not the cause, nor ask why,
Destruction rains from the sky.
For all youGÇÖll see before you die:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

Until time ends, and all wars cease;
YouGÇÖll find no comfort, have no peace
For upon New Eden, we release:
The Soldiers, Immortal.

These stock clone of mine hands have not the dexterity with which to create music. Such is the price we pay. Mayhap some mortal will have the desire to put my words to song before my minds fractures beyond repair.

A troubled mind may help produce good poetry, but it makes something of a mockery of immortality: our kind is barely two years old. It seems early, yet, to talk of immortality while we stand in the shadow of madness.

We should talk, Ms. CuThalion. But first, may I respectfully suggest that you follow your own advice to yourself, elsewhere, and sleep?

Ah but the deaths! It already feels like an eternity just trying sort through the many times my clone has been destroyed. It would drive the weak of mind to madness.

But otherwise I'll sleep when I'm dea...oops that line no longer applies.

Not for a long time, hopefully. Let me approach this from a slightly different angle.

Ms. CuThalion, you are fundamentally an infomorph-- an informational entity. Your information is really all you have. So it is for the capsuleer, and for the clone soldier, but especially for us who have no single body or even genetic structure to be bound to.

That data storage space between your ears, whichever ears they may presently be, needs to defragment. I respectfully believe that you should allow it to do so.

With due respect Ms. Ryeon, but is this decision not a bit rash? To my knowledge, there has been so such artistic output from those who have received an implant after this long. Regardless of the color it paints us, I believe we should not interfere with this case. Let it go on with untouched, at least so long as it presents so mental health concern, and let us study this case. Imagine what we could unravel about the mind.

The compassion among Achur women is immense.

I understand your concerns, Ms. Ryeon, but Rian CuThalion is in no risk of disintegrating. I do not wish to proke and prod her like a lab subject, just simply observe as we have throughout our ancestry. Your empathy is mine as well, but Ms. CuThalion by all standards is mentally stable, I do not believe her mad. However, if you are truly concerned, then it is best we express our precaution.

I would like to point out I enlisted for the implant to aid my desire to uncover all the secrets that surround us, immortality provides me the time I need. Serving the Caldari State in their war efforts is the price to pay, but it is a price I take with great honor - to protect their culture as well as our own on Achura. I will be the sword in the hand only to those with our people and culture in mind, not whoever employs me.

This is a cold compliment to me and my gender, Mr. Issa, especially from one such as yourself.


Mad? No, but if we take her at her word, she literally has not been sleeping at all.



Considering that we collectively face a prognosis of extreme PTSD in addition to whatever more peculiar consequences flow from our modified existences, Mr. Issa, you have selected a cure for mortality that may prove worse, in its way, than the disease.

Capsuleers often retire after only a few years-- in fact, I understand the average is measured in months. I wonder what our average career duration will be.

As to our employers: we are of one mind in this; I merely try to be selective about my employers. Of course, there does come that awful moment when you discover that the open contract your squad acquired at random, and which you just successfully completed, was placed by True Power.

As far as contracts go, I always thoroughly examine them.

If you will forgive my rudeness in asking, Mr. Issa, how long have you been in our line of work?

Long enough to know my way around, Ms. Ryeon. That much I can tell you.

The implication had more to do with the tendency of long-term soldiers to be less ... careful ... about their employers.

One battlefield comes to look much like another. Employers become something of a blur. For some reason, our contract-searches do not allow us to filter out contracts from objectionable parties, and include contracts from some VERY objectionable parties.

... And sometimes, we get dropped right into the middle of an intense fight already in progress, at which point the first thought in at least my mind is more what I need to do in order to fulfill my obligations than to open up the roster and check whose dirty work I'm doing.

It's not a good habit, but I get the impression I'm not at all unusual in it.

The implication had more to do with the tendency of long-term soldiers to be less ... careful ... about their employers.

One battlefield comes to look much like another. Employers become something of a blur. For some reason, our contract-searches do not allow us to filter out contracts from objectionable parties, and include contracts from some VERY objectionable parties.

... And sometimes, we get dropped right into the middle of an intense fight already in progress, at which point the first thought in at least my mind is more what I need to do in order to fulfill my obligations than to open up the roster and check whose dirty work I'm doing.

It's not a good habit, but I get the impression I'm not at all unusual in it.

(OOC, instant battles have no effect on the New Eden, they're sort of like isolated instances and aren't even taking place on the planet they say they are, meaning an EVE player could head towards that planet and see no war animations on the surface. As such, I don't really consider any of it canon. Wish there was a better way for them to go about this.)