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Koshmarnaya Akula Khanid Provincial Vanguard Khanid Provincial Authority	Posted - 2007.08.23 05:46:00 - [31] Edited by: Koshmarnaya Akula on 23/08/2007 05:48:15 It kind of looks like you hacked the wrong personel file Kai. Besides, Arias sweet.
Mebrithiel Ju'wien Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.23 06:20:00 - [32] Originally by: Garreck You're going to have to do a lot better, really. Yeah... ...I helped nuke Mabnen I and all I got was this lousy t-shirt... Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls get drunk and pew pew everywhere!
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 06:28:00 - [33]
Mebrithiel Ju'wien Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.23 06:32:00 - [34] Edited by: Mebrithiel Ju''wien on 23/08/2007 06:32:15 Originally by: Kai Zion Blood on our hands I like the cut of your jib Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls get drunk and pew pew everywhere!
Aria Jenneth Caldari Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.23 07:07:00 - [35] Kai Zion: We seem to have a misunderstanding, so permit me to explain something. As most capsuleers are, I'm a professional killer. When my profession does not specifically call for killing, killing is frequently an incidental part of it. I've gotten quite past the point of feeling any particular guilt over this, and I'm certainly not one to claim any particular moral authority when it comes to criticizing the causing of death. My quarrel with Revan and her less-sophisitcated ilk is not that the blood they shed, but rather the method by which they lead their lives and by which they end those of the humans around them. What is objectionable in the doings of these capsuleers is the sheer wastefulness of their actions. Revan-- the best of them, mind you-- spends lives like water because she can, and because it increases her own notoriety to do so. She considers herself a goddess; fair enough. Wrong, but fair enough. All that seems to be wrong with this, is that Revan's only purpose in the exercise of power is the acquisition of more power. Power is all; power is absolute; power is the one thing in this universe worth having, and that is all she cares for as far as I can tell. As I've commented elsewhere, this looks to me like she's using her toolbox only to make more tools for herself: a meaningless exercise. The others I have mentioned lack her dignity, grace, or excuse. It's not necessary that I should decry these killings on moral grounds for me to find them disgusting, pilot. If, as I'm inclined to believe, a pod pilot infomorph is closer in nature to an interstellar predator than to an ordinary human being, the psychopathic pilot whose deeds are recorded above is most closely analagous to a slaver hound who tears prey down for nothing more than the fun of it, leaving the meat to putrify. Such a wanton, wasteful predator is a blight even on others of his kind, and it is my frank hope that he'll not survive for long.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 08:40:00 - [36]
Jasmine Constantine Gallente Jericho Fraction The Star Fraction	Posted - 2007.08.23 09:33:00 - [37] Originally by: Aria Jenneth As I've commented elsewhere, this looks to me like she's using her toolbox only to make more tools for herself: a meaningless exercise. And using tools to make more tools is bad? You'd praise the pure nature of native aboriginals who never progressed from using flint and fallen branches to chop meat then? I never pegged you for a technological refusenik Aria. Star Fraction is recruiting
Rodj Blake Amarr PIE Inc.	Posted - 2007.08.23 09:46:00 - [38] This "EliteSlave" is clearly either an insane fantasist, or a deranged murderer. The question is which is he? Dulce et decorum est pro imperium mori.
Iyachtu Achlysiel Caldari Caldari Independent Navy Reserve	Posted - 2007.08.23 13:46:00 - [39] Originally by: Aria Jenneth Usually, at this point I'd have something to say about people who damage their own causes. Mr. "EliteSlave," however, does not appear to have a cause, unless you count the gathering of notoriety. That's the irony of it. The lack of all cause except notoriety, the transparent obviousness that he only killed those civilians only because he wanted to be famous and hated, did great damage to this aim. Notoriety is like happiness; a byproduct of doing other things, something that very easily escapes you when you try to grasp at it directly. EliteSlave could have said that he killed those Amarrians because they are inherently aggressive, foul subhumans who deserve to be eradicated from galaxy. He could have went the route of mad Minmatar terrorist, and perhaps achieved some notoriety in the process. He could have became a murderous pirate. Then again, the fact that he didn't think of these methods indicates that such attempts from him would have been pitiable failures as well, if not quite as farcical as this one. Quote: I'm half-appalled, half-fascinated; it's like watching a bit of mold trying very hard to be a slug. I must say I am rather impressed with the cruel precision of this sentence.
Telemicus Thrace Thrace Inc Ushra'Khan	Posted - 2007.08.23 14:00:00 - [40] Originally by: Mebrithiel Ju'wien Originally by: Garreck You're going to have to do a lot better, really. Yeah... ...I helped nuke Mabnen I and all I got was this lousy t-shirt... You helped kill my parents!!!! Assuming they were not already long dead. Or that they did not regard it as a release from their hardship and slavery at the hands of the Amarr. Or.... Where was I? ah yes, KILL SLAVERS!!! FREEDOM FOR ALL!!!! >> RECRUITING <<

Mebrithiel Ju'wien Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.23 14:57:00 - [41] Originally by: Telemicus Thrace You helped kill my parents!!!! I was young, in love... and there was a lot of insorum floating about. Would I change the acts of that evening given the chance? No. I'd have probably waited for the Amarr Navy to show up and kill them as well. I'm sorry Telemicus, but we can't let a little thing like a planet's population in riot get in the way of progress. And... oh yes! Er... kill slavers etc, etc... Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls get drunk and pew pew everywhere!
Kade Jeekin Masuat'aa Matari Ushra'Khan	Posted - 2007.08.23 15:20:00 - [42] OT I know but it was the Amarrian authorities that suppressed the uprising in Mabnen. The Blood Raiders gave us, the enslaved, the chance of freedom, with a bit of forewarning we may have been able to take better advantage of it and freed a whole planet. Unfortunately, the Blood Raiders don't seem interested in that bit. Pretty much like the OP. --------------------------------------- Outface the depths of evil with clarity ---------------------------------------
Koshmarnaya Akula Khanid Provincial Vanguard Khanid Provincial Authority	Posted - 2007.08.23 18:21:00 - [43] And here I just meant that the picture that acompannied the file on Aria didn't look like her...
Aria Jenneth Caldari Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:12:00 - [44] Ms. Constantine, I'm going, for the moment, to grant you the benefit of the doubt and assume that your above comment is an honest misunderstanding as opposed to a rhetorical cheap shot. Therefore, assuming again that your criticism is honest, I'll return the courtesy by answering your question. The key word you have overlooked is "only."
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:32:00 - [45] Kai smiled with amusement at the subject line and submerged herself fully in the communication, slowly sinking into the network as her mind adjusted. She pored over his words with delight. Here was a man with equal parts courage and recklessness. Blood for bloodÆs sake. This was a rare find. Those who embraced such a thing would usually not be so bold to state it in so public a place. Yet there he was, ten times more brazen with the elaboration of beliefs than she was. He was most likely a simpleton, but such things did not detract from the artistry that had possessed him. Her mind drifted over the replies, a soft ripple of laughter escaped into the cybernetic void as she looked on at the horror and ignorance of the cattle. The AmarriansÆ Gallentean choirboy, jumping up and down trying to prove something or other, as if he could change the simple beauty of the gesture. As if words could reshape art. She smiled to herself, amused at the thought of ôtoughö, or ôshockingö, or even simply ôentertainingö being relevant. All of them, crowing and bleating, as if it mattered one way or the other what any of them thought, as if their thoughts could break a truth as eternal as the suns. Even if this man himself did not appreciate what he was doing, it mattered little. For the first time in many months of Galnet viewing, here was a moment when the blood could speak for itself. They were nowhere near understanding this display. Nowhere near. She lost control when she saw his second post, riotous laughter cascading out across the neural landscape. Another 5,000. To be executed for the ôinsolenceö of some Achuran moralist in CAIN. Dropped in a can near the sun to roast for his words. She wondered momentarily what it would be like to slowly overheat and die in within the desperate confines of a container, her mind swimming with the glorious decadence of such a death. Her own blood came closer to boiling as she settled on the most recent communication. Aria Jenneth. She had seen this one many times before. There must be something about the Achura she thought idly, always sermonizing and acting superior, yet armed only with their glaring ignorance of a world their young minds did not understand. ôChildren,ö Kai fumed. She turned her thoughts away from the AchuranÆs words. Her mind exploding instantly into a thousand fragments, each darting outwards and searching the networks for further information on this one. Something recent, something new, something Kai did not know already. Recollecting all the data she had collected on the woman so far, she began to organise and assess, stroking her anger delicately so it would not get in the way. She knewàthere was something, somewhereàshe had not forgotten it. It would just take a little time to find it amongst the trillions of other pieces of information and then she would have it, and have her. She floated silently in the emptiness until her mind eventually found what it hunted for. ôNaught,ö she remembered. ôSomething to do with naught.ö Instantly the file formed in her neural vision. She smiled. The implants never ceased to please her. ôMemory,ö her mind commanded once again. ôFind it.ö The file rippled with the invasion of KaiÆs mind. The sentence came to the fore, immediately reminding her again of why she did not like this one, the words blinding her sensibilities with presumption. ôThere,ö her neural voice said aloud to the emptiness. What remains of you is a whisper of recollection that will slowly lose its former memories and sense of self with repeated copying Her laughter escaped into the blackness once again, the anger inside her easing slightly. The words faded back into the entirety of the article, forming a whole once again.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:33:00 - [46] ôBlood,ö her mind commanded once more. ôFind it.ö The file slowly shrank away as the sentence rose above the rest and then towards her. Our crews are as blood cells to us, seeing to our needs, out of sight and out of mind, but pierce our metal flesh and we bleed lives. ôThere,ö her voice said again as her mind settled over the words. She frowned slightly at the thoughtÆs good sense and decided to let it permeate slowly. The analogy was poetic yes, even correct in a technical sense, butàno. The slaves within KaiÆs ship were no closer to her blood than the metal that housed them. The anger still simmered beneath the surface, softly threatening to return. ôDie,ö came the next command. ôFind it.ö For a long moment nothing happened. The file stood resolute to the query, as if refusing. Kai focused her mind and brought her own conceptual recollection to bear on the process. ôThere,ö she said as the lie appeared in itÆs true and familiar form. You will die. Of this, be sure. Long you might live, and after a time bear little resemblance to the human being whose mind you were made from, but in the end a system will fail to receive you, or some interference will scramble you, or some rival may murder you in a place from which you cannot be copied. The amusement returned again as her mind devoured the ignorant pragmatism. Her thoughts drifted instantly to Urlen and her father, wandering over the thoughts he had for the State and its people. ôIÆll pay your tombstone a visit dear,ö she chuckled to herself, letting the familiar feeling of confidence wash over her once more. Her mind quietened. She paused a moment. The new information requests from her queries were returning from the external networks. She sighed as she saw only a paltry amount of information had been collated, and nothing useful save for a composite database of recent kills. Her mind moved over the information with disappointment. It would have to do. This kid could out talk even the Free Captains, and any mention of this bastard child Achuran philosophy would no doubt get her going in all sorts of ways Kai did not have the patience to bear. Such people made poor playthings unless one had a particular mood. Collating the CONCORD files into one neat display, she sent them to the preload shell of the Intergalactic Summit. ôMoralise about this sweetie,ö she said to herself in a test of her long dormant vocal chords. The files opened and spread out across the display. She began. ôHow amusing,ö she offered, as the files poured out on to the screen. A perfectly raised eyebrow and a slight smirk of disdain on her face before the feed was cut. Satisfied with her defense of this ôsenseless bloodshedö, she started the gradual disconnect from the network. She was slowly surfacing back to reality when she felt the pull of an incoming reply. Ignoring it for now, she emerged completely and walked out the network room towards the docking hangar. Standing at the dock ramp as she surveyed her Punisher, she removed a portable Neocom from her pocket and read. She scoffed at the reply, shooting a quick and direct return mail to the sender before returning the Neocom back to her pocket. ôLike I need to hack,ö she muttered. ôDeteisàö She moved down the ramp towards the frigate, staring at her crew firmly as she approached. They stood there momentarily, carefully gauging her expression as she neared. Once her cold features were in plain sight, they knew to scamper away quickly, it was one of those times to make themselves invisible.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:34:00 - [47] Inside the cargo bay it was cold and quiet with just enough light filtering in for Kai to do her job. Sliding her back up against the cool metal casing of an ammunitions crate she sighed and removed her Neocom once more as she dropped slowly to the floor. Reaching further down into a side pocket, she also removed a small metal case. Staring out the bay door and into the empty hangar, she could not see nor hear any sign of interruption. Resting her head against the crate she sighed softly and reached for the case. She removed a small white instrument, carefully inspecting the integrity of the three extraction units at the tip of its head before placing it down next to her Neocom. Reaching into the case once more she removed a small white pill, placing it under her tongue and closing her eyes. ôSet alarm to exclusive, Aria Jenneth reply,ö she said to her Neocom and worked herself into the familiar escape of the living death she called sleep. Her fatherÆs face began to flow deep within her psyche. His skin shimmering a brilliant white beneath the silver mask he wore. She could almost see through it. She was trying. Just another minute or two and his lips would form. Only a moment after that and she would hear him. She could see in his eyes he was displeased. ôEvery day, father,ö she murmured, cutting her consciousness again and again on the sharp edge of the dream, the memories bleeding all over her mind. He was speaking to her, his eyes betrayed it, but she still could not see his lips nor could she hear. Only a little longer. Just that extra moment to see. Even if she couldnÆt hear him, just to see his lips shape a word, a sentence, a number, a secret. His eyes shot wide open at the same time as hers. The NeocomÆs terrible buzzing alarm echoed madly around the cargo bay, confusing her momentarily. She kicked the box in front of her and cursed. So close. She almost had it. She stared into the darkness for a moment contemplating the shape this one had taken, the Bloodless and the Sefrim. It was little surprise to her given the attention she had lavished upon the story. Turning her attention to the white instrument at her side, she sighed deeply. It was barely going to be worth the pain of storing this one she thought, but then the familiar justifications rose to the fore. ôPerhaps he did remove it, perhaps there was a word just at the endàjust at the end and I forgot it.ö And then the ultimate temptation came as it usually did in these times of desperation. She succumbed to it completely, even though she knew there was no chance. ôMaybe even an account number.ö She picked it up and thrust it deep inside her arm, a searing white hot pain shot up through her veins immediately, running right into her mind. Moments later a soft high pitched chime let her know it was now properly extracted and stored. Raising her arm to her mouth as she always did, she fought back a tear of frustration as she licked the wound. ôScrew it for today,ö she told herself. She would review the material later. She already knew there was no point. Standing up unsteadily, she spat the pill beneath her tongue out and on to the floor, grinding it into powder with a heavy boot. Her Neocom was still carrying on raucously, ringing repeatedly each minute to notify her of AriaÆs reply. ôWhat does she want then,ö Kai barked. The amber glow of the Neocom screen lit the darkened cargo bay, splashing light across KaiÆs face in the gloom. A frown formed on her face as she read the comments slowly and deliberately, proceeding down the ramp towards the network room in the same manner.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:36:00 - [48] ôThe psychopathic pilot whose deeds are recorded above is most closely analogous to a slaver hound who tears prey down for nothing more than the fun of it, leaving the meat to putrefy. Such a wanton, wasteful predator is a blight even on others of his kind, and it is my frank hope that he'll not survive for long.ö Laughing aloud, she quickened her pace back to the room, the excitement growing inside her. She slid the Neocom back inside her pocket without having finished her reading, wanting to hold on to the thought most present in her mind. ôReally, this is too easy kid. You even used the same example.ö Once inside the room she immediately dived into the network, caring little for the cerebral bleeding it would undoubtedly cause. That could be fixed later when she wasnÆt busy teaching haughty little Achuran girls about what was truly ôdisgusting.ö ôUpload local files,ö her mind said impatiently, extracting the reply from the Neocom and depositing it in the network cache. ôChildren of Naught, Find. Search on Slaver.ö She wrapped her consciousness around the words with satisfaction as they appeared in her mind, she had recalled them almost entirely correctly. Does the slaver hound weep for those it slays? It is no more to be lamented by us that we are predators, than it is to be lamented by any other creature of prey. Do not deny, and do not regret. Be what you must. She giggled enthusiastically. ôOh my dear, dear little Achuran. You just donÆt know what way is forward do you? Be what you must ind-ô Her mind stopped abruptly as her perception shifted over the remaining words of AriaÆs transmission. ôWhatàö If it is your desire to get to know whom you are discussing, as opposed to scoring rhetorical points by crying "hypocrite," you might want to look at writings as well as killboards. Not all of us view this cluster through the same eyes, and I suspect you'll find that the beliefs I hold, though they have changed much, at least with respect to pod pilots, since I became a pilot, are in no way inconsistent with either my recent comments or my record. In other words, pilot, your comments and mine in no way disagree, so kindly point your half-finished research elsewhere. ôàis this.ö Kai felt her brain flush with heat. The anger flared up within immediately, a tempest of fire raging inside in an instant. Scorching waves of fury crashed against her consciousness again and again. A voice deep inside her, at the very bottom of her consciousness was screaming as it burned. Pleading with her to calm down. She could feel what she thought was the bleeding in her brain starting to begin. ôNot recloning before weÆre done.ö She screamed back at the voice within. ôYou can wait.ö Pulling up a direct link to the SummitÆs preload shell she began speaking, the words spilling out of her mouth in a frenzied torrent. She felt dizzy, her neural vision was blurring and she was not sure any longer that she was controlling the words as they hit the network. They just escaped from within, deep inside where instinct and rage presided. The voice glided over the words, spilling something deeply primal inside of her out onto the shell, where it was only one simple gesture away from the rest of universe. The voice talking now sounded foreign and unfamiliar, and yet eerily like family. Many voices all merged into the one. The Kai she knew so well was now something else entirely. She was humanity itself. In full totality. A glorious celebration and embrace of honesty and depravity alike.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:37:00 - [49] I know perfectly well who you are, child. Leave your foolish assumptions for weaker prey. I am interested only in what you claim to be. I already know what you are. I have seen your kind many times before, dredging up your pitiful rationalizations of murder, something you without awareness and without thought, refer to as killing instead. For you this mode of thinking, this most inhuman of denials, it has become a natural state of being. Imprinted now so heavily into your every thought, you cannot even be granted the lesser transgression of deliberate and conscious failure. You are nothing short of spiritual automata. An input-output device based on rules of your own making and not the universe itself. Blood is blood, Ms Jenneth. The name you give it and how or why it was spilt is irrelevant. Blood is blood. You. You shed it for your family. Others for their God, and yet others for their social and political beliefs. You are a chief culprit however, a ringleader in an uprising of lies. Your futile attempts to draw a line in the liquidity of blood are deeply flawed. Your attempts to place yourself upon a higher pedestal than these ôanimalsö, these ösavagesö that kill for the sake of killing û this is your most woeful moment as a human. You are no better. In your own solitude you know it too, admitting it in desperate whispers you urge yourself to ignore. You are just the same as him, and he is just the same as I am. You do not understand the beauty in the brushstrokes, though you paint the picture every day. You do not understand the intrinsic value of such a thing, and furious at the desperation this causes deep inside you, you lash out like a cold infant locked outside a room of warm truths. You do not understand or appreciate the honesty in these acts, and powerless to stop the voices deep within you whispering their agreement, you drown them out youÆre your pathetic cries of denial. There is recognition in these deaths, and most importantly there is acceptance. Awareness and acknowledgement of what we truly are. We are nothing but predators, all of us. Nothing but. You know it, you say it, and yet when then light is on you, you defy it. Those like yourself are weak, lacking in the strength to admit to this. You are to be pitied and despised in equal parts by those of us who have the inner fortitude and mental capacity to admit these vital truths. The brave and stupid alike. You hide, shaking with fear as you try to believe your lies. I am one of the children of naught you say, denying against all good reason, what you know you really are underneath. What those words of yours truly conceal. There is nothing for you to explain. You are an animal. I am one too. And we have both become master performers in the art of murder. One of us is able to embrace the blood on their hands, to accept the truth of life and the honesty of death. In doing so, one of us is able to ascend, to reach out and grab immortality by the veins. One of us is drowning themselves in an ocean of pitiful lies, desperately refusing to accept the air of truth that begs to be let inside. In doing so, one of us will forever dwell in the darkness of our own making, dying their miserable death, cold and alone. There is no misunderstanding. There is nothing else. Skin is our canvas. Blood is our paint. Death is our art.
Kai Zion Imperial Academy	Posted - 2007.08.23 23:38:00 - [50] KaiÆs nose stung and she could feel her face had become wet with its blood. Her head was spinning terribly, the dizziness blurring even through to the network. She moaned with the pain as she disconnected herself just as rapidly as she had dived in, the sense of urgency slowly beginning to rise. Steadying herself against a wall, she spat out a mouthful of blood on the floor, looking at it with fascination and disdain as the world spun around her. She cursed, realizing she had not uploaded from the shell to the public domain. Leaning heavily on the network interface, she readied herself for another quick shift back inside. ôItÆll be fine,ö her voice said. ôNo, it really wonÆt,ö her mind replied. ôIt has to go upànowàbefore I, before Iàö her voice trailed off in the empty room. She dived back into the network again and began the live upload, lowering her face and staring at the holovid interpreter for a long moment, confused at the physical sensation she could feel in the back of her throat. She paused the feed, ignoring the fact she had already transmitted her wordless stare, and focused instead on the growing sense of unease inside her. ôBefore you forget,ö her mind replied. Kai screamed as an intense headache gripped her almost instantly, a neural inflammation deep inside. Her vision faded to black and her legs buckled beneath her. Her head tilted to one side as she blinked rapidly, her heart racing. The blood still trickled from her nose down her chin and on to the floor. Suddenly the black was swept away, melting into a blurred panorama. Kai rubbed her eyes and looked around. She saw images of decaying bodies, burning buildings, devastated homeworlds. A woman with ashen white hair and silver eyes approached her, arms outstretched. Kai stood there and watched helplessly as she drew closer. She smiled meekly as the womanÆs arms became wings, made entirely of long silver blades. She flew off as a wall of fire swept into sight, stretching endlessly upwards into the crimson sky before it came crashing down. The scene faded. Instantly her fatherÆs face appeared in front of her. He removed his mask and smiled. ôAccount 595,ö his soft voice whispered. Her vision slowly returned. She lowered her hands into the puddle of blood she now sat in, pushing against the floor and rising to her feet. ô595,ö she kept muttering to herself, as she made her way to the punisher, and the renewal that the capsule death within would bring.

Nachshon Caldari Gradient Electus Matari	Posted - 2007.08.24 00:33:00 - [51] Originally by: Rodj Blake This "EliteSlave" is clearly either an insane fantasist, or a deranged murderer. The question is which is he? For once, we are in agreement. I hope he is a fantasist, but fear he is a murderer. ____________________________________ Caldari by birth, Minmatar by citizenship. The True Meaning of Freedom
Aria Jenneth Caldari Omerta Syndicate Exuro Mortis	Posted - 2007.08.24 04:47:00 - [52] Apparently I touched a nerve. This is an interesting data dump; I can't help but wonder how much of it Ms. Zion intended to find its way onto the IGS, as she seems to have been in something of a state at the time the data was collected. Ms. Zion, if you're still capable of communication: there's a portion of the advice I gave to our kind, and to my fellow Achura in particular, that you either skipped over or else ignored. Do not waste. To waste, to waste lives, treasure, influence, to waste any resource that may come to hand, is no sign of power. It is the sign of a disordered and incapable mind, one which will be prey to wiser entities. Subject your crew to no even fights; do not sacrifice even their dissimilar lives to your craven pride. Do not fear to act wisely when challenged. You are no soldier of any great lord, to uphold honor by loss of life. You are a pilot, a creature of empty spaces, and honor is a luxury of those who live in more civil places. Do not duel; only kill. While this passage directly addresses the subject of duels, it applies to other forms of waste, as well. A well-evolved predator does not kill wantonly; to do so is to damage the very source from which the predator derives its sustenance. Additionally, capsuleers remain dependant upon humans as more than just prey-- we are, for now, closer to parasites than true predators, and a parasite may be plucked from its host and destroyed. Please see my comments on the relationship between infomorphs and humanity. EliteSlave is a spectacularly badly evolved predator and an even worse parasite. The existential jury is still out on the capsuleer community as a whole. As for you and me, well, my feelings in my own case should be obvious. If, in fact, your research on me was as extensive as your previous comments, er, data dump, suggest, you must have seen this already. I kill at need, dispassionately. Skin is not my canvas. Blood is not my paint. If I want to create art, I write poetry. Death is nutrition-- food on the proverbial table, stronger fittings for my metal vessel, better cranial implants for my fleshly vessel, fluid assets collecting like fat cells to be stored and consumed at need. I don't know enough of your habits to guess at your fitness, but your comments suggest that you don't bother to restrain yourself. I give you credit for perception, much as I credit Revan: you have a fragment of truth, but embrace it as though it were the whole, which really makes it as bad as a lie. You seem in love with the notion of nature, red in tooth and claw, but predators do not kill to create "art." Your application of the patronizing title, "child," I accept, as I am indeed a new arrival to this domain of thought. This is not to imply that I consider your insight superior to mine, for we are children together in this. As for knowing who I am ... you claim you know me, yet you use the weakest of weapons (my lacklustre capsuleer kill record) to strike at my credibility while speaking of my "moralizing." If I were opposed to killing, my record would be hypocritical; as it is, it's simply ... my record. You apparently consider me a fool because I show restraint. I will return the favor on the grounds that you evidently do not. Time will show which is more fit to survive. You are loquacious, fellow child, but you are not exact; you are perceptive, but sloppy. You may glare all you wish, and deride my thoughts with every breath, but that does not make your own any greater. You are not before me on the path of truth, and I am none the weaker for refusing to embrace, without reservation, the darkest of what we infomorphs might be. The most I will grant is that, if you follow the path of blood, your path is at least clearer than mine. You have found a fragment of truth, yes. It is your own concern whether to clutch it to you as the only truth that matters.
Kreiger Temple	Posted - 2007.08.25 11:21:00 - [53] Well, what can I say. I am 100% dedicated to eliminating slavery accross Eve yet killing women and children in cold blood in the name of freedom is not the route to be on. EliteSlave should be very carefull although I feel after this act it is likeyl too late for him. I have one question for you, how many minmatar civilians are going to suffer as a result of your actions. The Amarr Empire will fall and be rebuilt to mark the beginning of a better future, however if people like EliteSlave are allowed to do what they wish without consiquence then it will be the Minmatar Republic that falls.
Molten Black Eve University Ivy League	Posted - 2007.08.27 16:38:00 - [54] Originally by: EliteSlave For your insolence... i shall execute another batch, but this time i will increase the number to 5000. And the Method of Execution for today will be a can dropped right off the warp in point for a sun. In which this system shall be Amarr. Please make sure there are no inocent Fedo in the can. That would really upset me.
Akusa Nihil Aulari Defense Systems	Posted - 2007.08.28 16:26:00 - [55] Barbaric.
Reatu Krentor Minmatar Void Spiders Fate Weavers	Posted - 2007.08.30 05:02:00 - [56] Originally by: EliteSlave I am doing this simply because I can. So... Can you step into an airlock and jettison yourself out of your ship without a spacesuit? You can? So why don't you? Doing something simply because you can is psychopathic, but I guess I needn't tell you that. If I come across you in space don't expect a warm welcome. My thoughts on Damps.

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