Intergalactic Summit

Clearly you haven't been around IGS a lot. Most of us around her have issues. And then those who don't, have instead political agendas. On the rarest of occasions, you'll find some people here have both.

This is the difference between The Summit channel and the IGS, we tend to be the power player act, while they tend to be your average hippy hey-let's-**** crowd that you mentioned you like to hang with. Maybe you should dwell there. Otherwise, simply accept that this is a norm around here.

We're all in deep in issues.

You should do what I do. Preach here, entertain yourself in person. Truly, the mediums suit each of those better, respectively.

I would hardly be able to minister on here if I derailed to flirt with every gorgeous woman who stops by to leave a comment.

.... much as it is tempting, I will admit.

No one here is asking for your sympathy or making a show of their troubled past and inner conflicts. Respect here is mutual, If you treat someone properly, they probably will treat you properly. Making an ass of yourself isn't very respectful.

In regards to your nonchalant life style, I don't mind it, if that's what makes you happy feel free to pursue that. Personally, I prefer to keep myself busy. I'm practically immortal so I'll have plenty of time to laze around later. Why become a capsuleer if you're not going to take advantage of your Demi-God status?

That question was only half sarcastic and rhetorical. I like seeing how other people think, whether I agree with them or not. You have the ability to do something great and time will always be on your side. The life's work of a legendary scientist or scholar can be matched and even exceed multiple times. Any offspring you might have will age and eventually look older than their father assuming they don't become capsuleers themselves.

You can become so much, and yet you do so little. You have a gift that millions in the cluster would kill for (and have) and yet you refuse to use it. You just laze around like a drunken fool doing nothing with your life. Hell, you haven't even made it out of your school yet! Why do you lack this motivation?

I wouldn't say so. You're merely treating people the way they treated you. If they were deserving of being treated better, then they would of treated you better, or at least apologized for their earlier actions.

And that... makes the skin crawl.

Do capsuleers count? Should I be worried? Suppose Minmatar aren't enough and you cannot breed us into your perfect under-class? Suppose the Brutors aren't enough for hard labor, do you start crossbreeding other Tribes to get more Brutors? And if it's still not enough, would you dare start to target the other Empires much like how you once targeted the Jove?

I really don't want to wear that metal injector collar again...

You're spot on.

I think I continue to vent here because I've found elements within the destruction, the loss, the coldness of space that inspire (at least in my opinion) noble traits. Like the lost finding God within the darkness, inspired to share, I impose on others the darker side of life in a merciful fashion compared to what I've lived through.

At least then, through some interaction, I feel I can relate to at least one person in the moment.

Perhaps at the core of all this, I hurt, I'm lonely, and boatload of other things I should be drowning myself within the bottom of the barrel over or running away from within the arsenal of drugs available.

Is it sad I feel even more lonely when I put myself through those things? Like I'm doing a complete injustice to every person that isn't here present day I've ever know?

In the end, the destruction made me who I am, a survivor. That's all I have. And on a rare day, maybe I'm able to relate to small selection of people that might feel equally lost.

That's my inspiration, my cause. Shoulder that within imposed obligations of being an immortal and you can read me like a book.

That's also why if he comes back with statement about his flying career, I'll be eating my words hard. I'll say ahead of time that my outburst wasn't fair to him, that I was battling something or someone else in my words, not him.

Arkady Vachon deserved better words from me; there's nothing wrong with his ways.

You remind me of the willing True Slaves. The difference and sole reason I consider myself separate from those "hippies" is while there are those who run from the darker side of life, I embrace it.

This touches on quite a few paths leading down the road to becoming a True Slave.


Nothing is alike.

I do not have my fears anymore, nor hesitation. Yet I did not have to purge myself of all such things that inspire yet joy and value in life. The only complaint I have is I do not have much for companions because of how much this has empowered me.

Too many it seems, white knights and unexposed hearts come along and try to fix me, only for me to try my best not to scream at them that I'm not broken. That I won't take back my warped desires because they make me who I am today.

As a once pleasure girl and also slave who has always shared a bed with someone, I hope you understand that though I've come a long way, company is still something nice to have.

Just remember there are two sides to that coin. To the True Slave, it is a synthesis of all things within a utopia of Kuvakei's vision. Life there, is beautiful and null, understood as a giant collective. There is no fear, no hesitation, no unneeded emotion, for those experiences drain on the perfect collective, everything else and all that you've learned is a lie, enlightened through one man's vision.

And within it, a new life.

There are quite a few similarities, Miss Gesakaarin, even if it is ultimately channeled elsewhere in your wrath for humanity.

I might re-iterate my earlier point another way then.

In a scenario in which a fat man who enjoys eating too much candy ends up killing himself when the vending machine he was attempting to tilt over in order to get at the sweets inside falls on top of him when it gave an error code and did not dispense the required cakes for the currency of choice:

1. Sansha's Nation might put forward that such people are too stupid to fend for themselves and require preventative measures. This might be through technology to prevent the need to be obese and stupid; the ability to read signs on vending machines that warn might happen if it is tilted over too far; or just enjoy the pleasures of physical exercise.

2. I do not have the same sort of misguided sympathy and humanitarianism that I would say drives Sansha's Nation to alleviate or prevent acts of human stupidity. Rather, I would have a chuckle at such a scenario and perhaps even remark at the hypothetical dying man, "Well, I suppose if you weren't such a fatty who needed to eat cakes at any and all opportunity you wouldn't have been crushed to death by a vending machine." I would then thank him for his contribution to the human race in having selected voluntary vending machine assisted euthanasia in order to remove themselves from the gene pool.

Acceptance of that which we cannot change will lead to a natural economy of expenditure of effort. That to me will always be the failure and flaw of Nation. A failure to accept that human stupidity should not be changed. A misguided form of sympathy, compassion or parochialism that cannot abide by the fact that some people are born as lambs, too meek and weak to fend for themselves. It is only natural to me that such people serve to be torn apart by the hounds that are stronger and better adapted.

What need have I for leaders, prophets or messiahs? I am enlightened through my own wisdom and I have faith in myself. Why would I debase myself by kneeling at the feet of another? My release from fear, hesitation, and emotion occurred long ago. The footsteps in the dust I have left walking through the penumbra of my own inner struggle towards the locus of my absolution are of no importance to anyone else but to myself.

That I feel is a difference between you and I. I see you continuously implying fault or weakness in others for failing to, "Embrace the darkness", whilst at the same time always seeking to draw attention to yourself. Your loneliness. Your hurt feelings. Your narcotization. To the point I see nothing more than affectation filled diatribe and the need to find solace in the sympathy of others, despite any allegations of understanding the darkness of the universe to the contrary. If the capsuleer life is truly found to be onerous then I would suggest -- not only to yourself but any others -- to run a warm bath, step in with a razor blade, open your veins and politely end yourself.

At least then I might be spared having to read more mind numbing exposes about other capsuleer's emotional or mental problems.