EVE Fiction

Concord Database: File 16380.334UI.951.2

Patrol Report - Case Class: MDK - Location: Federation Space - Conclusion: Indeterminate - Status: Closed

Fragment of a verbal recording recovered from salvaged remnants of the subjects Battlecruisers data banks.

Commander: Capsuleer - Identity: Vacomagi - Allegiance - Unknown

...All things are subject to interpretation, whichever interpretation prevails at any given time is a function of power and not truth. Power... a commodity exchanged, taken and sold amongst the corrupted social elite. The remaining majority, the innumerable silent souls of Eden, exist in a willfully accepted state of self deception. An illusionary byproduct of a poisoned conciseness, still clinging to the altruistic idealism of hope. We put our faith in the hands of hollow societal constructs such as justice, spirituality, equality and trust. Faith is nothing more than the absence of logic. I know this, I was one them. Then the veil was stripped away and all that was left in my being was an unquenchable rage and a loathsome disdain of this Eden I once believed in. I became a broken, shattered shell of a man haunted and burdened with the knowledge of his own complicity.

I thought I could escape this sickness, become something more than another faceless entity. I sought to defy the weakness of my fragile, biological self. Immortality... How glorious it would be. To subjugate death and become a god, that I thought, is power. A divine ascendance, with limitless potential. What a fool I was. To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering. Then what becomes of one without purpose. I sacrificed my humanity in exchange for a nightmare I know shall never end. I'm no less a pawn of others now then I was before this misguided endeavor to cheat death. One has to pay dearly for immortality; for one has to die several times while still alive.

Perhaps this time when I close my eyes they'll remain shut and I shall never have to suffer the light of Eden again. But I know they will, just as certainly as I know I will never stop my pursuit of salvation; to enter the warm embrace of oblivion. Initiating self de...

End of File: Remaining Data: Unrecoverable.