An nescis, mi fili, quantilla prudentia regatur orbis?
Axel Oxenstierna
Eve is a Hobbesian universe where only the experienced and the strong survive. Many transactions are one sided and Bellum omnium contra omnes (the war of all against all) that Hobbes warned about has come to pass.
Visualize Europe just after the fall of the Roman Empire.
It is said that there is no law in low sec, and no God in null...
High sec is not, and death lurks in wormholes, waiting like a patient spider.

The Neverending Wheel:
Celebgon kicked himself in disgust. With the touch of a wrong button on the market kiosk in Jita, he had lost the most valuable thing he owned: a rare cerebral implant. The sale of which was supposed to pay for all the less valuable implants he had lost in the wormhole ambush, and his ship, plus all the fittings and equipment. Now it was all gone.
"What is the point anyway" he wondered. They will just be lost again, and again and again...He chuckeled as he thought how wealthy he was compared to ancient man. He was immortal, he could fly massive powerful spaceships with his mind, he owned factories on half a dozen planets...
On the other hand he could not remember what a good meal tasted like. He could not feel wind on his face. Indeed he could no longer even walk around after the stations kicked the capsuleers out of the little cells they used to provide. He wanted nothing more than to have a little cabin on some out of the way planet where once in a while, he could go fishing. He sort of remembered what that was like, but it was so long ago. So many deaths and rebirths had clouded the memory and made it fuzzy.
He lived in a libertarian dystopia, where only gangs ruled the universe. It was the most primitive form of human organization, where you had to sell your soul to the biggest baddest thug just to have his gang agree not to kill you. How ironic that while technology was so advanced, human society was so primitive.
Maybe the sleepers got it right. Maybe they were combining their minds in a sort of super genius Nirvana, finally escaping from the wheel of things. Would it be worth giving up one's individuality? He would have the rest of eternity to wonder about it, he thought, as he undocked his battered, poorly fitted hauler from the Jita station, and slowly picked his way home.