As you (might not) know, l’m quite keen on comic books. Especially the ones about superheroes. I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. Take my favorite superhero, Superman. Not a great comic book, not particularly well-drawn, but the mythology. The mythology is not only great, it’s unique…

Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is, there’s the superhero and there’s the alter ego. Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker, Batman is actually Bruce Wayne. When that character wakes up in the morning, he’s Bruce Wayne. He has to put on a costume to become Batman. And it is in that characteristic Superman stands alone.

Superman didn’t become Superman.
Superman was born Superman.
When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman.

His alter ego is Clark Kent. His outfit with the big red “S”, that’s the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby when the Kents found him. Those are his clothes. What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – that’s the costume. That’s the costume Superman wears to blend in with us. Clark Kent is how Superman views us.

And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak, he’s unsure of himself, he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race.

Sorta like a capsuleer and a carebear… You would like to wear the costume of a Highsec Miner? But you were born to be reborn. And every morning when you'd wake up, you’d still be a capsuleer…

I’m calling you a killer. A natural born killer. You always have been, and you always will be. Moving to Highsec, working in an industrial corp, goin’ to the belts with your barges, popping roids. That’s you, trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. That’s you tryin’ to blend in with the hive. But you’re not a worker bee.

You’re a renegade killer bee. And no matter how much ice you melted or how fat your wallet got, nothing in the world would ever change that…