I am nobody.
I am a number.
I am statistics.
I will die in 24 hours.
The signs are found everywhere. As if all that wasted flesh called “clones” wouldn’t have been enough, there’s other flesh, fresher ones, being wasted in an ever growing hell within the empires. Sixty, fourty, thirty… even ten years later of normal life and it istantly gets crumbled in a single hour, leading you to forget all that previous time and remembering that living beings have to survive. Living becomes outliving and outliving becomes ceasing to live and that’s the final destination of an insignificant number of people if compared with all of the cluster as death of many is just statistic. There’s people in that hell who never known God, Freedom, Honor, Tradition and they haven’t be able to do that even if they desired with all their struggle. There’s people who lost everything but the pain of living in a blink of an eye. There’s people who wanted to fight tooth and nail for no reason. There’s people who just ended it.
Nothing of this matter as they’re Nobody. Nobody is nobody, a phenomenon that ends itself. If they want to be heard, it depends of who want to listen them; until then, they’re just Nobody, Number, Statistics, Death. Four words written with blood in any possible area in the cluster. The blood must come from Nobody, not from a killed target, not from someone else, otherwise that is Nobody’s too. That’s why there are always corpses around those writings. If, despite that, they get the damnation to survive again, they just continue and the cycle repeats until they’re out of blood; they have nothing to lose now. Their manifestations are unheard by the big powers, lawful or not, CONCORD or Deathless; but the weak ones are being contaminated like a metastasis and, like a domino effect, they infect the higher ones. Yet nobody reacted and they continued to do. Why? Why not? When you know you will die in less than one day, nothing else matters.
Nobody is not a hivemind, but people under it behaves like that. Sometimes emotionless, sometimes unspeakable, sometimes they just do it. “Losing everything” is a concept they everyone are able to express, no matter the point of view: losing a thing, losing a job, losing an opportunity, losing a best friend, losing a better half, losing hope… but nothing else lost more than Nobody. Nobody is really able to objectively say “I lost everything”, even existance. Contacting Nobody is almost impossible; there’s the risk to become one of them. Listening just one of their tragedies could be unbearable and it will torment you for the entire rest of life; if you wanna help them, you become Nobody. Some of them interact with specified contacts, not known from most of the cluster, considered insignificant but, unlike Nobody, some ambition to grow and to exploit them for their interests. Nobody wants to be suppressed but spreading around New Eden is also a good choice with the same goal; that’s what’s Nobody’s paradox.
Nobody doesn’t care about media and external opinions, Nobody just is, and proceeds with his strange plans without any ally or assistance. What it wants with external contacts are investments, very low than usual, knowing it’s talking with the poor classes of space society; then, the subjects who went to interact with the investitors are found dead, estimate 24 hours after the meeting, in a battlefield, in prison, rarely even for suicide. Excluding the latter cause, this has been proven as incredibly coincidential, as someone, according rumors, hoped to come back alive to receive orders from Nobody. This mean Nobody is already persecuted from who doesn’t want its concept spreading, just think its ideals.
