Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Journal: YC11411.28 second entry

One of these days, I'm going to flirt with Schere where Nicole's around to see it. I have GOT to be more careful.

Actually, fuck that. I need to get a better grip on myself.

Save. End.

Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Journal: YC114.11.28

With Cia and Silver departed, Elayae's asked me to take over some of the jobs around Gulfonodi. I volunteered for manufacturing.

Just on the off-chance that this journal may someday be hacked and read, I won't go into details of what's in the corp hangar but... wow. Even I felt a momentary touch of avarice and temptation. It's a treasure trove in there.

And I have to comb through it looking for the stuff we can start turning a decent profit on. Omens, maybe? A lot of ships are getting overhauled soon, and the Omen's likely to see a price hike. I bet there's already a speculation climb on the graph. The Bellicose and Celestis both look good too.

longer-term, though, I think putting that advanced small shipyard to use. Interdictors, maybe. There's always going to be a demand for those.

Sure I'll think of something. It'd be helpful if Cia had left me a post-it note or something.

Save. End.

Sunday, 25 November 2012

Journal: YC114.11.25

That time again, I guess. Nicole left the corp a few weeks ago, now Cia quit today - can't blame her, she has kids to look after - and suddenly I'm surrounded in corp chat by people I barely know.

Thing is, I like it here in Molden Heath. It's quiet enough to have gaps in the market to exploit, lowsec enough for some action if I want it, and central enough that supply runs to Rens and Jita are nice and easy. not to mention I just spent some money overhauling my planetary operations.

No incentive to leave, and plenty to stay. So, I guess the lucky buggers are going to have me for a while longer.

Save. End.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Journal: YC114.11.22

Bunch of FedNav capsuleers in the Summit today. Not freelancers who affiliate with FedNav, I mean actual officers from Tripwire. Three of them, though I only saw two.

Spoke for a while with a rear admiral Auvier Bauvon. Seems like a good man - thoughtful, career officer.

Apparently his son served aboard the FNS Wandering Saint.

If I'd had to endure the kind of reception he got from the freelancers in the channel, especially some of these puffed-up rookies who think the fact they're immortal now divorces them from any obligation towards treating other people in any kind of a positive way...

Don't know how he did it. Especially not with people prodding him about what must have been a very painful memory every two minutes.

He highlighted an area of my quest to understand the peoples of New Eden that I hadn't explored though - ethnically Caldari people born and raised in, and loyal to, the Federation. Apparently Admiral Bauvon is married to a Civire man these days.

I've got a long time to live. It's encouraging that there's so much richness of experience out there to sample. No matter how long I live, I'll never run out of perspectives to try and understand.

I hope I'll get to chat with him again.

Save. End.

Monday, 19 November 2012

Journal: YC114.11.19

To buy (in standardized shipping units):

108,000x industrial-grade silicon crystals

72,000x Toxic Metals (arsenic, mercury)
72,000x Reams Industrial Fibres 
72,000x canisters Oxidizing Compound
72,000x Protein broth
72,000x Algal Biomass

36,000x Precious Metals (silver, gold)
36,000x canisters Plasmoids
36,000x canisters Electrolytes
36,000x Reactive Metals (sodium)
36,000x Chiral Structures
36,000x Biofuel drums
36,000x Bacterial cultures (Escherichia Coli)

18,000x drums de-ionized water

And six barren dirtball planets to throw it all together on so any industrial accidents that may result from this lot won't kill a load of people and ruin the local ecosystem. 

I am a capsuleer, and I am officially crazy.

Save. End.

Friday, 16 November 2012

Journal: YC114.11.17

It's... astonishing just how heavily augmented I am.

Quite aside from the usual quintet of capsuleer improved-grade cortical performance enhancers, my clones are now outfitted as standard with a dizzying array of upgrades.

Ceramic bone lacing, myopolymer muscle weave, bloodstream oxygenation nanites, synthetic nephritic filters, microscale faraday mesh in my dermis that feeds into an ukomi superconductor in my spine that feeds to a charge sink near the lumbar-sacral junction, a spectrometer in my nasal turbinates...

or, in layman's terms, my skeleton is bullet-resistant, I'm 25% stronger than an ordinary man in my physical condition and don't need to exercise to maintain my body, I can hold my breath for an hour, I can smell toxic substances before I inhale or consume them, and even if I did most of them wouldn't hurt me, and if somebody were to try and shock prod or taze me it'd do precisely nothing.

People think transhuman has to mean leaving humanity behind. But here I am, about to go out for a drink with acquaintances tomorrow night, after visiting my sister, brother-in-law and niece during the day, and I spent today in my workshop tinkering with a research project for fun and, admittedly, flirting with some people. least, I'm pretty certain that was flirting.

Trans human. that's the key part. All the best bits of life, and all the worst bits mitigated. We've got to start clawing the term back from the people who've hijacked it and turned it into a horror story.

Save. End.