Matshi Raish > And so, with the strike of ten, it begins.

Children of New Eden. Welcome.

Ten years ago, a sudden advance in technological capabilty heralded a new dawn for the people of New Eden. It brought about a new age for the human race.

The result, was all of you.

Capsuleers. The Empyreans. The first generation of post-humans.

The Society of Conscious Thought has watched your development over the course of the last ten years.


We have watched you, the Empyreans, develop from a small group of promising individuals who sucessfully made the transition into posthumanism a decade ago, into a faction of your own.

A faction strong enough to create your own empires. A faction strong enough to govern and manage yourselves, albeit via methods through which the Society of Conscious Thought has not always approved.

However, in the same respect, the cluster has been witness to how the perception of life and death, and the value of such concepts, can become twisted by those whom become alienated from their grasp.

We have watched you create, build, and nurture, while at the same time we have watched you burn, crush and destroy the dreams of trillions.

The very existance of the capsuleer is a paradox.

You are those who no longer know the meaning of death, defeated in battle only to rise again, reborn.

For ten years, the Society of Conscious Thought has monitored your progress since the flood gates opened at the dawn of the Empyrean Age.

We watched as the immortal children of New Eden took their first steps into the void. We watched as you first spread your wings, and reached for the heavens.

We have watched you colonize, create, and grow, and at the same time we have watched you shatter entire worlds, tear down empires and crush those whom would oppose you.

The Society of Conscious Thought comes to you today with a message, and a gift.

Tomorrow, we will gift every capsuleer in New Eden a Gnosis-class Society of Conscious Thought designed battlecruiser, and with it, we relay the following message:

Our message to you is simple.

Tomorrow, the Second Decade of the Empyrean Age dawns.

Tomorrow, we embark on the next stage of our journey.

Children of New Eden, Empyreans... accept our gift, and realise your true potential.

The beginning of a new era has just appeared over the horizon. A new dawn of exploration is about to begin.

Seize this new beginning, and use the gift of the Gnosis to assist in reaching your full potential.

We will be watching, as always.

Oh look. Yet another topic where Silas pretends to be all-knowing, and demands we all bow down to her superior knowledge and supposed power.

Give it a rest already.

I suspect I am not the only True Amar who dislikes organizations devoted to the Jove.

A hunch.

No doubt.

However, there's a difference between hoping a race has "withered and died", and declaring that they have.

I suspect I am not the only True Amar who dislikes organizations devoted to the Jove.

A hunch.

Now that I think of it, the average capsuleer does act like a ten-year-old.

Makes perfect sense.

Ohai, you merry band of immortal posthumans !

You've done a great job blowing stuff up in the last decade !

Soooo, guess what ? We've got a new toy for you !

My, it's been ten years already ? Time flies, huh ?

Anyway, time to go, realize your true potential, merry band of immortal posthumans ! Ta-ta !

Since there's no blueprint of those shinies, many of those fine ships will never undock, gathering dust until their owner sell them.

Actually the collectors edition has a 5run BPC of the gnosis. Personally I think that BPC should be a BPO to ensure that the ship remains in production...

Children of New Eden, Empyreans...

The Kitz are full of students from wealthy and powerful families from across New Eden.

Sakura

I love you. Just saying.

I'm going to research the **** out of this thing.

If you see a Jovian let me know and I'll be the first to correct my opinion.

But as they are already dead and gone I don't think that will be the case *wink*

Groups like the SoCT count upon people venerating the Jove to continue to exist.