Some people say dying changes a man, but it's the constantly coming back that makes you feel inhuman, the memories of lifetimes stuffed in your skull, but a body pristine like a newborn babe save for the pod connector. I remember falling from a tree when I was a child. My mother found me with a branch sticking out of my knee. The doc fixed me up and my mom got me ice cream. My knee had a nasty scar and would ache when it got cold. I trace the smooth skin of my kneee, there is no scar, no ache only the memories, and even those I can't be sure was just a dream half remembered. As time passes it gets harder and harder to tell dream from memory.

That is what happens when you get picked for the capsuleer program. You become immortal, but you are no longer really human. It was during the second generation of the capsuleer program. It was during the great expansion into the galactic arms, known as the age of Exodus. That is when my story began.