"We are here to make the most out of life.
Today marks the beginning of a new era.
You are going to be profitable with this new change.
Look for great opportunities and grab them.
Ride the wave of success.
Be clear in your goals and follow the paths to them.
Never give up on your dreams.
There are friends to help you along your way.
Build a community others want to be part of.
Stop doubting yourself."

These are the last words my father spoke to me before sending me to college. He died a week later in a hauling accident, so THEY say. I don't believe THEM. So here I am, struggling in this so-called life. I sit here in my pod, wondering if this is all we are, Slaves to ourselfs? I can go out mine til my hull is full, kill all the serpentis scum I want, explore wormholes to no end, and in the end die a horrific death in my ship, just to wake up in this station to do it again. Where does it end? They gave me this opportunity to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Why?