Intergalactic Summit

And just who the **** are you Chan?

Well I'm glad you don't like my research Miss Sansha Computer Person. Imagine if Sansha took interest on my research! How terrible it would be if they found out about Project Snake Skin or even Project Stone Chip! There's a good reason why this Data File is so heavily redacted and out of one hundred and twenty five test subjects, only four are showcased, with the remaining one being part of the control group!

It baffles me how utterly confused everyone is over my intentions, or the lack of them, and how they are filling the empty gaps with the most horrible things imaginable! Seriously, even Sansha are giving me odd looks!

The truth is this. Mister Nauplius noticed how I am a big fan of cybernetic and genetic augmentation, with the results speaking for themselves, and asked me if I could make the process replicatable. Since despite Mister Nauplius being a mean monster, I still consider him to be my friend, I accepted under a few conditions.

Not a single ISK was given to me by Mister Nauplius to conduct this research. All I asked from him in return was freedom to do as I pleased with my test subjects and a week long cesation of Mister Nauplius being mean. No more, no less. Everything is being done with my ISK, on my laboratories and during my spare time.

But what astonishes me the most is how everyone is blamming me of unethical practices and cruelty to slaves. At no point in time have I considered these two thousand test subjects "slaves". I kept emotional distance from them, but the moment they steped out of Mister Nauplius transport ship on that dock in the Gallente-Amarr border, they were under my protection. And after they were strong enough to realise they were free to go, I gave them a choice: pick what little of their shattered lives they had, scatter to the winds and be free with what little help I could offer them, or volunteer for my experiments in exchange for a new lease in life.

More than half took my offer, but since I can only do so much with the few resources I have, I submited the ones that weren't selected for Project Heart Ribbon in the trials for Protocol Charlie Siera 9-Detramol which I am not allowed to disclose any details of. Those that were experimented with were given fresh clones, new identities and many of them might one day become capsuleer pilots themselves thanks to my experiments.

If this makes me a monster, then it is a title I'll proudly wear. Mister Nauplius doesn't seem to be bothered by it so I can take him as an example. I for one have nothing to be ashamed about. My actions made New Eden a better place!

But hey! It doesn't really matter. I always wanted to be a pirate so all this infamy is good for my street cred! I only shared this Data File so that you guys and Mister Nauplius could see my work so far, so everyone wins!

Pator and Matar, you are so naive it's amazing you even get past the screening phase of the Capsuleer Programme!

It's the goggles isn't it? I bet it's the goggles! I knew I should have gone with the 'Odin' Eye Implant...

Sure it is twice as original, but can you take a scientist with aviator glasses seriously? I think not!

For the record, aviator glasses are far less expensive and don't require elective surgery.

Maybe I'm missing something but where exactly are the good intentions in this? Removing racial traits from someone for what purpose exactly? Aside from suiting some psychopaths idea of what's right what exactly is being accomplished here? You can put a positive spin on anything but the reasoning is anything but positive.

I can't help but notice that certain shrill and witless demagogues suddenly decided they were scientists about the same time I quietly announced the completion of my doctorate and publicly associated myself with the research effort into the unusual wormhole phenomena and Caroline's Star.

Listen well, capsuleers of New Eden: science is not the discoveries and inventions with which the ignorant masses associate it. It is not the endless pontification and posturing by personalities more concerned with their status than the expansion of human knowledge. It is the endless cycle of the formation of hypotheses and the testing of their validity. Science is not politics. It is not a game of popularity. It is the tireless pursuit of a higher level of understanding about the surrounding universe and its intricacies. Things it most certainly should not be include a game, a popularity contest or a weapon for the use of fanatical idealogues in pursuit of political point-scoring. The pursuit of science should serve the advancement of all humanity, not select groups.

This project, and all like it? The use of science to destroy, degrade and twist the very human beings it's meant to serve? You are not pursuing science. You are pursuing genocide and perverting the scientific method to build better tools for it. Call yourself an inventor or a visionary if you must, but do not dare call yourself a scientist.

The people who are trying to play themselves off as taking moral high-ground by choosing Blood Raider "science" over Sansha "science," or vice versa? You're missing the point to a darkly comical degree.

Completely unrelated to science, you talk too much for a capsuleer who does so little. Then again, words come easy from inside a station.

Let me spell it out for you.

You are attempting to perform a gentle genocide. With child-like glee.

Your project aims to wipe out a race at the genetic level. What you are doing is removing the genetic markers that are unique to a race, a subset that contributes to the diversity of the human gene pool!

So what's next in your agenda? Brainwashing? Lobotomy?

You obviously missed the thrust of my statement. I wasn't implying that any "scientists" chose to release "research" at the same time as me. I implied that suddenly, a number of people who are spectacularly unfit to call themselves such suddenly started pretending that they were scientists. I suspect that insecurities on their part may be heavily involved.


Not with a Sansha. Forswear your allegience to Kuvakei and do something that demonstrably hurts the Nation so much that they wouldn't accept you back, and then we'll talk.