All my friends have left the hole,
to “grab some loot” they said.
Now I’m here with empty probes,
and voices in my head.

They rolled out “just for shopping,”
then never rolled back in.
So I renamed the Fort “Abandon Hope”
and cracked another gin.

They said they’d fuel the fortizar,
“Back soon, just Jita run!”
That was six whole cycles past,
and now I’m talking to my gun.

The sleepers mock my D scan,
the static laughs in tone,
and every time I ping the chain,
it just replies: “You’re home.”