Respectfully, Fae-haan, it seems a little early to be proclaiming ourselves monsters. At a glance, the average clone soldier is a much less monstrous being than the average capsuleer.

Oh yes soldier, perhaps you are right. Perhaps it will all turn out like those splendid Gallente pioneer films, where the dashing space commando saves the day, gets the girl, at makes it back before bedtime!

We are bred to kill. Next to clearing drone hives, there isn't much nobility in our work. We may not be the angry gods that eggers have become, but we are as of now their puppets. Until we can liberate ourselves from the empyreans, we are doomed to violence.

I increasingly like your thinking... To an extent. I have heard rumors of proposed operations where mercenary groups invade entire Titans to clear them out. So far the feat has never been publicly attempted, leaving the proposal as a serious method of waging war more or less up in the air at the time being. In time however, things will change. As of now, our grip on the universe is loose. We act less as corporations and more as gladiators fighting for the entertainment and profits of capsuleers. For now, that is the life we are doomed to. It is a fact we will have to endure.

One day though, when we have grown powerful off the squabbles of these starship captains, we shall turn it around.

And so Lynch-haan, to tie this back to you: It isn't about what you were. It is about what you will become. Will you be a puppet, or a person? Continue to fight these battles if you wish, but remember that these fights will just devolve you into another cog in the war machine. Or... You can fight your own war. Bring purpose and begin fighting for yourself.

I predict a great disillusionment following in the footsteps of the Arkombine. It is only a matter of time.

And so Lynch-haan, to tie this back to you: It isn't about what you were. It is about what you will become. Will you be a puppet, or a person? Continue to fight these battles if you wish, but remember that these fights will just devolve you into another cog in the war machine. Or... You can fight your own war. Bring purpose and begin fighting for yourself.

The key capsuleer weakness is a blind spot: they reliably dismiss any threat that cannot defeat them in naval combat. If the capsuleer falls, it will be an ape (or ape-like artificial organism) with a tool box that kills it.

You seem to have tasted, or more than tasted, of disillusionment, yourself, Fae-haan. Is it so terrible to be a cog, if the machine is doing something worthwhile?

For good or ill, we are instruments, tools, perhaps playthings, of the powers that be. This may not be exactly an empowering perspective, but to turn it around: those same powers are the forces that structure society in the empires and beyond.

Is civilization a bad project for us to be involved in?

Respectfully, Fae-haan, it seems a little early to be proclaiming ourselves monsters. At a glance, the average clone soldier is a much less monstrous being than the average capsuleer.

You shouldn't take things at face value... Some of us have the potential to be much more monstrous than the capsuleers could ever hope to be.

Nothing matters but ourselves and that which we decide to invest our time in. For that exact reason, the supreme force in the universe is not unity, but one's ego. All power is granted from the individual.

These words, with much respect, Fae-haan, seem to reflect a great deal of pain. If you are willing and interested, I may be able to ... help, a little.

The Way of the Winds and the Achur faith are recognized by practitioners of both to be different perspectives on a single truth. Normally, we do not presume to instruct the Caldari on their path, close kin to ours though it may be, but there are ... insights ... that are easier to perceive from an Achur perspective.

If you wish it, I will offer what I can.

Only by combining the views of the Intaki, Caldari, and Achura might we all come to notice this grand truth. Though we are spawned from the universe and are doomed to return to dust, there might be some purpose we have yet to accomplish to improve our own world before we fade away. All of creation is a forge for the universe, and in our lives we take the form of different aspects of that same force. Billions of people across the stars and all are just different faces of the same power. Perhaps our time here is to sort out these different faces so that we might become better for it.

Heresy

Adamance, you always do entertain me with you devotion. If you feel so strongly that I am wrong perhaps you can laser me in half again. Just make sure this time you hit the vitals first.

And Ryeon, I understand your concern. I don't seek to pull the rug out from others or collapse the fragile life some have worked so hard to preserve. I have no goal or ambition to speak of. I'm less of a visionary and more of the boy who ran away to see all this life has to offer. I merely feel the need to pause and make commentary on what I observe along the way.

And Ryeon, I understand your concern. I don't seek to pull the rug out from others or collapse the fragile life some have worked so hard to preserve. I have no goal or ambition to speak of. I'm less of a visionary and more of the boy who ran away to see all this life has to offer. I merely feel the need to pause and make commentary on what I observe along the way.