I’ve woken up with a bit of a spring in my step. I didn’t even mind so much that I was in the same glossy prison cell as always. I stand at the bottom of the walkway leading up to the hangar balcony and take the time to remind myself Read more…
I’ve lost a day somewhere, I’m sure of it. I’ve just checked my NEOCOM and it’s been over twenty-four hours since I accepted the mission I’ve undocked for, yet it feels like it was just minutes ago I finished my last account. Is “Scotty the Docking Manager” somehow putting capsuleers Read more…
They call me Stan. Seismic Stan. Actually, that’s bullshit. No one calls me anything, because I talk to no one. You see, I don’t exist. I’ve been at this game for as long as I can remember, but that’s the problem – I never remember much. Everything’s fragmented and hazy. Read more…