Shaurel Adtur

Poverty.

I am a clone but I still remember. 21000 years ago. Thrust into this unforgiving enviroment with only my parents on my side.
They worked hard just so I can have something to eat everyday. My mom was the most loving and caring person I ever knew, towing away at the factory, a part of the assembly line herself. My father, a frail man but I never saw him as such because his work at the mines
ensured we always had a roof over our heads and running water. It was enough.

I recall the Astoians coming to us, offering us riches beyong imagining. So strange there is no official records of their existence. You would think that to be untrue for the inventors of immortality. They said to us we could become a part of the future,
that everything now was temporary and we would have time to become anything we desired. They didn't tell us what we would lose. Needless to say, my father accepted. He had grown old and he feared what would happen to us should tragedy befall him. It was nothing short of a miracle to him. All that mattered to my mother was that we were together. Twenty-one thousand years. That is what it cost us.

I was born again into an unfamiliar world. My blood replaced with a blue fluid,
my organs were now mechanic and my skeleton was as strong as steel. My ship launched out of the facility automatically, I saw them as my ship was ejected, I am sure it was them. Mother and Father. My ship warped to the Minmitar station known as Nedegulf VII - Moon 4 - CONCORD Academy. As my ship docked my onboard navigation system introduced me to some of the basic knowledge I would need to survive here. As soon as I had a grasp of how to fly my ship I immediately went back to the spawning site, desperately in search of the people who could make this reality tolerable. They weren't there. Their pods were empty, the only information I had was their target location - Gallente Federation. I have to find them.