April 26, 2194 - 1500h ... I have entered Hour 101001 of Lost-idity.
Oh, should mention that 101001 figure is Base 2, so Hour 41.
I am in my underwear now. It's actually quite cold in here, but I thought if I stripped down to my panties it might provoke the Fates into making someone suddenly show up to catch me half-naked.
Yeah, I'm that far-gone.
The worst part is that every few hours I pick up a bit of comm chatter from a craft that must be at least somewhat in my proximity. But it's all encrypted and if I tried to break into the channel I wouldn't be able transmit anything anyway. Not anything intelligible to the receiver in any case.
I played the Suicide Game earlier. Not seriously, but in a sort of planning ahead way. Planning WAY ahead. Then it dawned on me that I have nothing aboard that would be useful as a means of offing myself. I mean, sure, I could slam my head against a terminal or controller until I die. But I'm fairly certain it would only hurt like hell and, at best, knock me unconscious.
I shouldn't have gambled away my guns during the lockdown at Depot 3093. Probably best that I did.
THAT was a great gig working 30 Sector for Mortiscorp! I was less than a year out of Mandatory when a friend of my cousin roped me into a security job with Mortis. I really wasn't into it at first seeing as I was no more a fan of mandatory military duty. But 30Sec is awash with law enforcement (almost 1:1 against the population), so working security for any large corporation was pretty much a free ticket to cruise the sector and (more or less) party.
Sekk (my cousin's friend) and I became best mates and spent the next two years breaking hearts at almost every port-of-call. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that I'm a "Baby-Daddy" at least a couple times over somewhere in the sec. Who was that one girl ... ? Some planet in a system on L44. Amy ... Annie? Angie! Oh ho ho ho, buddy!
Anyway, it was definitely fun, but the pay was shit. Especially after I racked up some serious debt I couldn't pay off. I'll never understand how they expect you to catch up when late payment penalty is double the balance. Whatever. They're the money guys - they know what they're doing.
Anyway, I quit MortisCorp after spotting an advert for a long-haul pilot training academy. "Be your own boss!" The ad said. "Double your current salary!" As though they had a clue what you were being paid. But, what did I have to lose?
Yeah, good thing I don't have those guns now.
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