Day after day, I sat in my cubicle at the imperial distribution center. Numbers would come in. Numbers would go out.
The slowly creeping hours were only punctuated by unwanted visits from vapid coworkers. I could lose myself in my spreadsheets; great interwoven beasts of such complexity and grandeur they could almost be considered alive. Sometimes, the formulas would speak to me, their =sum()'s whispering and hinting of...something. Maybe it was just the fluorescent bulbs or the whir of a cpu.
However, when I graduated from the Imperial Academy, I somehow expected more out of life than this.
So, I cashed in my 401k, left a nasty surprise in my boss's desk drawer, and I stood up from my desk and set out into space.
No more insipid happy hours, no more all hands meetings with endless Powerpoint presentations. Just big ships, big guns, and life in on the edge. ------