Intergalactic Summit

Honestly, I have many hobbies. But my favorite, if not most childish, is hologames. Seriously, those are fun. Especially if you have a Battlecruiser or larger, you can just hook a holocomputer up to the main CPU core and it's like you can run anything! The best games are the ones you can play against people from all over New Eden with. There's even one where you fly spaceships in another galaxy!

I end my flights frustrated. Either waking up in a new frail body or docking frustrated at the course of prey. I'm always stressed by something. Memories still plague me, and paranoia still haunts me outside of the capsule. What people wish to or have done to me is something that is regularly on my mind.

Even in the occasion that I have tasted blood, even where I've bathed in it; the laying waste to immortals and their crew leaves me invigorated and often very careless. I leave ship, seeking further spoils and have paid a grave price in pursuing them.

Drinks don't cut it. And drugs only worsen my situation. I don't have control where I need it most.

I committed atrocities upon atrocities, even to those who deserve them. As much as I justify them, I also know I deserve to burn for them.

Lovers offer something I can properly vent my situation in but where I find them can be considered reckless. Also my definition of "lovers" can be considered very warped.

Perhaps in summary, my time spent outside the capsule is time spent hurting myself or setting myself up to be hurt. After all, I am immortal, a clone, with no control or ownership to my body anymore than livestock. My rage has a price and myself is on the menu.

That being said, I spent my time outside the capsule venturing into the crowd I know so well, the crowd that loathes me; the endless crowd that has been walked over by megacorporate society. Should that be crew that aim to do harm to me, or in the depths of stations/planets that prey on our kind, the capsuleers who let their curiosity drive themselves in the jaws of predators. I do it knowing I'm going to suffer, knowing I'm going to eventually die.

Because that's what I deserve.

Because tomorrow I ride out again to paint the stars red with blood of immortals and their crews.

And in the event my implants don't kick in, that I don't wake from my endless rage and or the endless horror that is my life... then my nightmares will stop and I will finally be at peace.

When I'm done with freighter business for a day, I spend most of my free time by checking those titanic cargo bays of my freighters; if they are fully empty, if they are fully ready for another trip next day.

Of course I'm not doing it literally by myself (well at least for the most parts), I'm using high-speed camera drones with atom-driven nuclear camera compression, you mind. Which is good, but they are sometimes some damn quick, I have to replay the recorded data twice. Can you imagine replaying cargo data of two and half kilometers long ship?! Quite energy suckling away, I must say. Well. That's for the cargo part. I also have to check the engines (one of them is bigger than entire buildings on colonies) which makes me all dizzy and greasy, oh lord!

But hey, that's the part of being a god damn spaceship captain of the biggest ships in high security space. After all of this, I just go to nearest bar, get drunk and drink all the Quafe up to morning. And sometimes I dance. And read books. Mostly I can't however finish a single unicorn flying stupid book, because everyone need to move something all the time!! ...oh jeez!

Did I check the engines today? I hate those engines!

*Poofs*

We need to hang out.

I know a great place in Oursulaert, we can have a few drinks there one of these days.

I sometimes join the clone soldiers in their PT runs, just to stay in shape. They let me in because, well, I do orbital bombardments for them. Other days I might fly my old Dragonfly or Mantis, just for fun. But when I'm truly not in space, I participate in the research and development for new and experimental technologies, take trips to visit family, or just go out and get drinks with some of my more veteran crewmembers and fellow capsuleers. I've had a lover or two thrown in there but I've always seemed to screw that part of my life majorly. Guess people skills aren't my forte.

Breaking my kind? Explain? Because I am not a complete psychopath like you it means there is something flawed about how I chose to live my life?

Don't mind her, she's just dramatic.

Mostly I use my out of pod time to relax a bit. Watch some holo-reels, have a couple of drinks or catch up on some much needed sleep. But I do have to spend some time on business, looking after my accounts, paying my crew etc. Typically I would dedicate one night every standard month to do this, which seems to work well.

Everything is better with vodka.