Is it men or gods who pilot these ships?

If this ship does not move by its self; but by thought; or a volley be fired but by some small whim; how then can this ship fly; these guns fire; unless a god issues that command, fires that shot, controls the flight.

Are we not immortal, do mortal men not look upon us as gods? Aye, and we alone control our fate!

Look! Look and observe the distant stars, and endless space! Look! See yon capsuleer! Who put him to stalk and destroy that ship? See for yourself what the capsuleers do, man! What jury can doom him, when we are the judges and even we can not find fault?

It is a slow orbit now and a hard look to the stars, the belts are recently littered with wrecks; wrecks left unsalvaged by the capsuleers; for they are drinking in the bars. Drinking? Yes, they drink in celebration of combat won and care not about your frozen corpse left floating in the void.