Intergalactic Summit

Oh, hell. I'm in a mood, and this thread needs a kick in the pants. So.

One bleak morning in early YC115, I'd had a few drinks and was feeling a little low, so I thought that in one fell swoop, I'd go and make right the entire slowly accumulating pile of mistakes I'd made up until then. Over the course of a few more drinks, I divested myself of just about all my assets, remotely aborted all of my clones, and canceled my clone contracts. I cried a bunch. Then I put my sidearm under my chin and pulled the trigger.

It turns out you can botch shooting yourself, especially if you're not particularly sober or well-coordinated.

Station medical services responding to the firearm discharge shoved the resulting mess into a cryokit post-haste, took one look at recent credit and insurance history, and started calling lawyers. Those found both a sloppy DNR and an old clone health insurance policy I'd taken out with an Anshar subsidiary, back in the day, and entirely forgot to cancel. The bonus on it was high enough for them to fight the DNR in court, but the particulars of the case of course a giant mess, so it took quite a while to be hashed out..

..and that's the story of how I spent two years slumbering in Doomheim.

I can't rightly decide whether the disastrous mistake was pulling the trigger, or misjudging the angle, but surely one of the two must've been it.

Have you ever cringed hard at someone oversharing a personal story?

Vodka, CalNav issue. Probably. I'm fuzzy on some of the details, for obvious reasons.

Are you finding it difficult to come up with good general questions to ask?

It can be.

Would you hold my hand?

The real one, please. And be gentle, if you don't mind; not because I'm especially fragile but more because I've had enough of fussy people who persist in thinking that you have to DO something with a hand when you hold it.

For the record--for the Record, even, let this be Written--you do not.

How do you feel about cold weather?

Sure I'll jump in on this.

Most frightening thing I know of is probably the Sansha. The thought of having your free will stripped away like that just sends shivers down my spine. Even worse are the people I've heard of who undergo the process willingly. I can't imagine having lost so much desire to live that you would give up your very essence like that.

At least regular slaves have freedom overy their own thoughts.

What is the most awe inspiring sight you have encountered?

When the loot somehow ends up being higher then the requested ransom.

Pay the ransom or go down in a final blaze?

sophisticated

Name one of your heroes , and why ?

I'll split the difference, here: I'd prefer to die for something worthwhile, quietly, unremembered.

Would you rather be remembered for something awful, or forgotten completely?

Generally speaking, I think that humans - Assuming they're not religious, which is a whole other issue - Struggle to conceptualize the finality and the nature of death as a complete termination of their personal narrative. They cannot truly imagine not being, and that state of nothingness itself being divorced from the frame of reference in which they've lived, and ascribed value to people and places.

Myself, though, I think one should always plan to live forever, or possibly to come back to life at some point. Just in case.

Why do you care about events long before your own birth?

No, not really. Entering first capsule for me wasn't scary, though I barely remember it, it was like I was in a fog, confused and disoriented. And I think I have to admit here that I was actually scared right before it - of the exact process of becoming a capsuleer. Yes, I heard about wetgraves back then, but after I passed the... well, becoming one, the rest wasn't much important for me anymore.

Do you remember your first flight in a capsule? How did it go?