Intergalactic Summit

The hedonist claims their nirvana is in the act of sex and their spiral of decadence. As my experience with sexuality is limited, and not of particular interest to me, who am I to argue?


You say I am spiritually bankrupt because I would put entire populations to fire, or demand tribute and worship. You say that the path of charity and the life of a hermit is virtuous. I have no doubt your total conviction in this belief, and who am I to argue?


Capsuleers have no predators in the natural cycle. Capsuleers are not bound by time, death, resources, numbers, or any variables that mortals are imprisoned by. We are only bound by each other.


God is in technology, and technology flows through my veins. A God stirs inside me and animates my bones. Who are you to argue?

What you do with your immortal time is your business. If you want to argue parliamentary measures and voting circuits and pension rights for the infirm or the injured, feel free to do so. Don't expect me to take any interest in your rather pedantic and supremely boring hobby.


You want to live like you walk on two legs with a fist-sized brain inside your skull, like the unevolved and near-apelike throngs crowding our planets, do feel free to do so. It is in your power to choose even so banal an existence.


My eyes are wide open, and my ascent is tied to the stars. You may join me at any time. When your vision is clear of the clouds of petty mortal affairs, the beauty of existence alone can bring tears of joy.

How does someone inherit anything from someone who lives forever?

Pieter,

I don't happen to be the one in a fancy tailored coat. Was it a nice purchase? Did you admire yourself before the mirror? Most certainly you did.


I am as interested in assets as I would be in the mortals I so deride, which is not at all. What I'm interested in is being my own judge, to be judged only by peers who are stuck in the same cage of immortality that I am. You can call this a community, if you'd like, but we are hardly co-residents in an impoverished complex who bake each other cookies and pass the sugar. Our community is passionate and violent, the lengths and breadths of which exceed The State from which I originated, or any others like it.



The so-called others who may feel the impact of my actions? How much time do you spend on the impact you have to the bacteria residing on your jacket?

Cultural victory.

The "I'm immortal so long as CONCORD dosen't push a button and kill me, theirfore I am a God" culture. I believe we have seen this crop up a number of times here...

I may be open fo employment at the moment.

Wow Mister Anslo! How do you manage to maintain your journalistic integrity and still recruit potential journalists from the street? You just give out jobs like they are going out of style!

You must be a really good boss!

And modest too! Amazing! No wonder Mister Yaken works for you.

well, this promises to be an entertaining excursion already....