Journal entry 6:

I'm a miner by profession in a very welcoming corp. All except for one individual, Ellister. Whenever in each other's company we argue viciously. No matter. Only my status among the other corpmates and my wealth are all I care for.


Journal entry 66:

I've long since given up mining in trade for expelling the Gurista pirate invaders. My alliance leaders call them terrorists who hate our evolved society. It was a band of these terrorists that I engaged several hours ago and died. Eons of Nature's damnation has led to the death of Death itself, and I was transfered from the pain of burning alive in my wrecked ship to the safety of my medical clone vat where I awoke to a perfect replica of my old self.

In my dreams I recall Ellister's voice coming in through a broken security channel, "I found him! Warp to me at ten, or you'll uncloak me!"


Journal entry 666:

Through my sabotage of Ellister's clone vat, Nature has once again vindicated Death.