Wild Rho
Amarr
Black Omega Security
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Posted - 2006.12.12 16:26:00 -
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The barge dropped out of hyperspace, its hull shimmering in the distortion of the warp bubbles collapse.
With engines flaring to life, the barge turned in a lazy arc to cruise within striking distance of the nearby asteroids. Beams of light lanced at the nearby rocks cutting through the surface layer by layer, feeding the ore directly to the cargo bay.
Easy money.
The barge wasnÆt alone.
Just a few kilometres away, so close yet unseen, cold eyes regarded the lone miner contentedly going about its business.
Sheep!
Look at you. YouÆre a goddamn sheep!
Free from rules, free from control, free from death. The chains that bind you cut away.
And what do you do?
You bloody well make new chains. You bind yourself and give over control to someone else!
Stupid, mindless little sheep.
The barge didnÆt respond.
Is your new master happy with you, little sheep? Are you a good little drone?
Well, since you enjoy being used so much thereÆs something you can do for me.
Something you WILL do for me.
As another asteroid disintegrated the barge crept a little deeper into the field searching for its next harvest.
YouÆre going to be bait for my trap little sheep. IÆm going to use you to bring the wolves to me.
I might even spare you for your helpàthen again maybe I wonÆt, but either way, the choice wonÆt be yours to make! I decide your fate, ME!
The barge found what it was looking for and began its mining cycle again.
And yet can I really blame you? You chose to be another little sheep, I chose to be free, and here I am. Mad enough to be talking to myself, sane enough to know IÆm mad.
Is this our curse?
We canÆt be free around others? Do we create ranks and structure to bind ourselves to each other with the illusion of freedom as our only comfort?
If so, we can only really be free when we are alone?
Yet to be alone is to go mad, this I do know all too well.
So does that make us all mad? We seek out others to hide from this truth, even from ourselves? If so then û
Another ship was dropping from warp above the belt now, a Wolf. The silent voice smiled to itself, appreciating the irony before focusing into a single line of thought.
The wolf had found its quarry and was entering the belt at speed to scramble the barge.
Wasting no more time the pilgrim dropped its cloak, engines flaring from the extra push of the afterburners and closed in to make the kill.
Good work little sheep.
I have the body of a supermodel. I just can't remember where I left it.
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