Today

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System awoke.

She found herself laying naked where she had passed out, on the metal grate alongside her pod.   She picked herself off and walked up to the lounge living area of the capsule dock.

A quick refresh washed away the dried pod gel and reinvigorated her sore body.

She pulled on a woolly jumper and crashed on the recliner.  Dropping 3 ml of Sleep Tight™ she set the light level to 2% and fell fast asleep.

Her dreams were soft and vague, the best kind when one is trying to forget, but alas she awoke and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

She swung her feet out of bed hoping the momentum would carry her to standing, but it did not.  She sat there feeling sorry for herself for a few minutes, but then  a spark of something fluttered into her mind.

She paused, and focused, and thought about the idea for a few minutes before setting a resolute force into motion.

But before she started she would need some Stim™ to get her going.

She reached for it and then thought again… ‘New start, New ways.’ and set the Stim™ pack down.

She changed into sweat pants and a Can’t Stop The Signal tee-shirt and started a vigorous run around the docking ring access channel.

Her body was sore but soon the endorphins kicked in and she started to feel right and level.

78 minutes later she arrived back at her lounge and finished her workout with some light stretching.

A fresher, some fruit, and a change of clothing, and she was ready.

“Control, please schedule a departure for 00:30 tomorrow.” her mind thought into the coms app.

“Yes, will do Capsuleer Baud,” came the quick reply. “Will you be departing in a specific ship?”

“No, just my pod,” wow… she had not said that in a long time.

She abruptly severed the com and brought up the Galaxy-Net and thought out the commands;

/initiate
/search
/ROIR-Y II Sisters of EVE Bureau
/load info
/parameters a; g; 7; 2gy.4
/feed info into
/neural cortex: Baud, System
/query vessel Genolution 197 variant pod
/location: capsuleer quarters Baud alpha juliet tango 5
/download Pod local history logs
/feed info into
/neural cortex: Baud, System
/end

“That should do it,” she thought, “Now to contact some old friends.

/open com portal
/initiate call
/search for Tristan Overide
/….

System wasn’t going to ask for any ISK from her old friends. Info, which was more valuable, would suffice.

“Hello darling,” the voice chimed in.

“Hiya Tristan, how are….” she was cut off.

“If you are getting this message I am away from my coms having a great time…  Leave a message baby,”  the chirpy voice intoned.

“Beeeeeep…”

‘Oh Tristan,’ thought System, ‘You always have a great time.’

System sat down on the lounge and pondered her future.

She remembered her first pod, her first probing ship…  back then the universe was wide open.  How did it become so small, and dull, and ordinary?  She loved the resurgence of those early days feelings.  She had forgotten how much potential was in being free to set one’s own path.

Here she was, looking at the bright side of a grand theft.

Optimism was an opiate, especially if it is honest.

System was honest.

System was optimistic.

Today was the first best day of the rest of eternity.

Today was a good day.

Today begins now.

Everything Lost

It’s gone.

Everything.

The ships, fittings, PLEX … the accounts are all empty.

Every single ISK is missing.

System brought up the Finance app… `Total Net Worth 0.00 ISK` blinks harshly on the screen in her mind.

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She is in her pod.

She feels fear deep in her chest, welling up, gushing over her soul.

She had been robbed, or someone was playing a massive prank.

She quickly brings up her asset listing… mockingly there are only two entries; a Genolution 197 Variant Pod in ROIR-Y II – Sisters of EVE Bureau, and an identical one sitting in Zoohen III – TCT, the station she was currently docked in.

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Hundreds of ships, modules, station containers are all gone. The loss is nearly 50 billion ISK, and nearly 5 years of toil.

Quickly scanning the transactions she sees row after row of contracts, all made out to a Mr. Wu Zuang, ending with the liquidation of her ISK on hand… then just a blinking 0 ISK balance.

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She looks Mr. Wu Zuang up on the zboards directory. His first clone was born after the last cash transaction was made.

“How is that possible?” she thought.

Wu Zuang

The bio identifiers shows she created the contracts, dozens of them, but she has no memory of doing any of them.

She checked her secure isolated memory core, and there is no records of any of these transactions being action-ed by herself, but the bank says she did.

The walls of the capsule suddenly encroach, crushing, smothering her mind, tingling, racing.

She quickly un-buttons the capsule and falls out onto the ramp, pod gel gushing all over the steel structure. Yanking out the breathing tube from her mouth, she gasped for air as panic creeps into her spirit.

Everything begins spinning, her eyes grow dim, and as she sinks into unconsciousness a few more thoughts materialize in her slagging mind.

I am finished.

I am ruined.

I am undone.