Our story starts on the 21st of June, 2011. I was finally able to leave my pod and stretch my legs for the first time in years. Got a good look at myself in the mirror and damn does my face look good.
Fast forward to 2020, and I have no mirror. I have no lounge. I can’t get into bar fights at the station. This existence is too much to bear
I spin my ship, but the rotations are hollow. My dreams were stolen. Who will answer this honourable call to arms and tell me: what happened to walking in stations?
Maybe you dreamed it was heinous but you were the one who hated it instead, or, incite others to hate it, when it was meant to help others, and do something about what no-one else wanted to do, lied they shouldn’t talk about it, and after, try to lie that they should have contracted them before about it, still trying to create more hate in Psych War…