Evi, darling, you look splendid - all narrow and FIERCE, like a fang, darling. I do hope bending people to your will, ruthlessly, remains fulfilling work. Or raising puppies, if you have decided to raise puppies. I am a nun, and nuns do not judge.
That’s not entirely true.
ORE’s billion ISK reward is too much cha-ching for one human. It’s not like there aren’t fifteen quizillion of the pernicious things squirming around the cluster already. Even on a purely humanitarian level (and as a nun, I am nothing if not purely humanitarian), despite inflation, a billion could still make life better for a lot of refugees. Catching up on the news, there remain plenty of refugees to go around.
These ORE research subjects must be part of a sinister conspiracy.
I suppose their secret might just be how to roll rock electrons up into a perpetually uncollapsed wave state, allowing for more rock to fit into less space, but that seems terribly pedestrian for an over the top reward.
Wouldn’t it be funny if, instead of Jovian Empire 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, 2.2, 2.5, and 3.1; various ancient infomorphic ghosts; unspecified just-don’t-call-them-terran superweapons; rogue dersparkleblightens; a witch king with daddy issues; Talocan cigar boats; and even abysmal triglyceride numbers (I mean, how many brownies do I have to give up, really?) … deep breath.
Wouldn’t it be funny if after all these stupendously ancient threats, it was dusty old ORE which ended up destroying the universe? Very clever of them to put everyone at ease with a frigate that looks like all it wants to do is hug people.
Speaking of hugs… kisses!