So I was pretty young and my parents were poor. Some guy came long offering them a ridiculous amount of money to "take me under his wing" and they took it. It was the last time I saw them. He taught me a lot of things but the biggest thing he did was to pay for the body mods for me to become a capsuleer. Immortality? Why not.

But I find that the recklessness that comes with that port in the back of your head did not come for me. I see the rest of you engaging in pointless battles or games of oneupsmanship and I just can't bring myself to care about any of it.

So I spend my days managing extraction colonies for my benefactor. It's pretty boring, and sometimes I think about all the parts of the galaxy I haven't seen yet. But then I think of the latest batch of paperwork I have to deal with because some fuckup didn't press a three-button sequence in the proper order and vented a bunch of volatiles into the atmosphere and I forget all about it.