I never thought I would be so grateful to be back in my bunk.
For the last three days, I have been held hostage by some ambitious conmen. But, I was not alone in my cell. We spent two days in silence before I blurted out everything to her, all my grand dreams. The final confession of a dying man. I thought she would laugh. Instead, she told me it was a fine dream, but worth nothing if I died there. Then she told me she had a plan.
Now our captors are dead and I have a new ally in Suldrun. All in all, worth a few days at death’s door.
This is all my faut. My ignorance, my hubris, it has cost us too much.
This is not the time for tears. We have found refuge inside the greatest discovery of our age. i could spend the rest of my life exploring it, but as it stands that won’t be long.
We are trapped and our rations are running thin. Malaya has taken charge of the caravan. We’ve come a long way since we first met, but if i don’t figure out something soon she may as well have pulled the trigger back then.
Somehow this place has survived the forces outside. If we can understand it, perhaps we can too.
Last night a stray piece of ordinance hit the outskirts of the city. The dig site was obliterated and 15000 years of history was lost. The contemptible arrogance, the petty waste. And for what? Why did I come here? To withness death, to lose my heart? To see a dream destroyed? There must be a lesson to learn from this insanity, but I am too blinded by rage to see it.
I was born in the lower levels of a Caldari station to Caldari parents. We were taught that this planet is our true home. The State has decided the best way to get it back is to bomb it into dust. The Gallente are raised knowing that this star system is their home, and the best way to make that home secure is to bomb this planet into dust.
Both sides are so busy fighting over rocks and exploding balls of hydrogen that they don’t even notice the lives destroyed in the process.
YC115.08.19
I never thought I would be so grateful to be back in my bunk.
For the last three days, I have been held hostage by some ambitious conmen. But, I was not alone in my cell. We spent two days in silence before I blurted out everything to her, all my grand dreams. The final confession of a dying man. I thought she would laugh. Instead, she told me it was a fine dream, but worth nothing if I died there. Then she told me she had a plan.
Now our captors are dead and I have a new ally in Suldrun. All in all, worth a few days at death’s door.
SATORI-HORIGU EPISTEMICS | INTERFACE - Connected
From site to site we have traced the lines of connection and discovered a point of convergence, now we just need to reach it.
The circle of trust has expanded more than I could ever have hoped. Together, we have gazed further than the myopia of New Eden’s empires allows and caught a glimpse of the wisdom of the past. Tomorrow, We’ll pass through the gate and take our first step toward crossing the great divide.
YC113.05.01
Few things provide clarity like the barrel of a gun pressed against your forehead.
It was naive of me to think I could just hail a caravan and swing by for a cup of tea and a chat. After some apologetic stammering, the clan member holding the rifle was kind enough not to pull the trigger.
They have moved me to their leader Rani’s ship. It is unclear if I am a prisoner or a guest, but I am alive. For now, that feels like a win.
The Society in its arrogance belives it has learned all the secrets of its masters, yet they do not know the truth of what they keep away, let alone the location of the key. Now the passage have collapse and the secret buried. Its a jelous act of a diminished civilization.
A meger span of light years yet compleatly unreachable. However, if i have learned anything on my travels, it is that the boundries of the impossible diminish as perspective grows. The great divide we must cross is not one of space, but our own ignorance.
A world of substance A world of dreams A world beyond
The fulcrum has shown me so much, and in return it has consumed my limitations. It has tought me a new name, a mantle granted to those it has chosen. Those who have stepped beyond the meager limitations of their body so they exist in all three worlds. The Deathless
Rani is truly an inspiration, all her people are. Back in the Society, everything is so rigid, so political. These Thukkers are bold and uncompromising.
They tell me that each caravan is a unique culture, unbound by the rules of the Republic. It reminds me of the first Jovian enclaves - if a little less intellectual in focus.
Together we have discovered more in weeks than the SOCT has in decades. A pattern is forming, and these atavum lead the way.
So much has been revealed. I have climbed to atop the throne and from this seat I see beyond the limitations of my eyes.
I have pushed back the storm, I can open the gates.
These are our first steps, others will follow. I see the path now - we must but walk it. Those who journeyed here beside me will become the Inner Circle of our great movement Together we shall free the people of New Eden, no matter the cost.
I am shocked and for that reason, I know I have been a fool. I had thought my “superiors” would chastise me for associating with criminals. Instead, I am ordered to betray their trust
They pretend to be interested in the well-being of children, but I see the truth. They will erase their culture and turn innocents into spies.
The fifth point of the CONCORD star is just as corrupt as the other four. The secrets I have learned are not for them, I leave their hallowed halls behind, never to return.
