Cognitive Dissonance, bold and brave Scanned the stars from a wormhole cave With probes deployed and hopes held high He cursed at clouds that passed him by
"I know they're there!" he loudly swore, "Gas sites galore — I've found them before!" But all his scans came back the same: Anomalies with zero fame.
No fullerites, no harvest fields, Just empty space and shattered shields. “Is this a bug? Or CCP's joke?” He grumbled loud through scanner smoke.
Yet still he roams, in gasless plight, A toon with dreams and endless spite. For every ping and every sweep, Brings only… cosmic silence deep.