Day 1 – New AIR Capsuleer 

Arrrgh!  It hurts... I want to die forever. AIR Labs never told me it would be like this!!  The tube down my throat is horribly uncomfortable. I won't even get into all the other tubes for filtering and recycling my body wastes and fluids.  The amnio-gel I am floating in is never kept at a good temperature. I swear, every time I have put in requests for adjustments, they either set it too hot or too cold.  I begged them to pull my next clone and let me walk away from the Capsuleer program, but they say I owe them too much ISK to let that happen. 

At this point in my pathetic hellscape existence, I am now bribing an AIR tech to free me.  He said, if I can get 100 billion ISK, they will free my clone and delete my personnel files.  I can only hope they will not betray me after they get paid.

Day 45 – Pirates and Revolutions

I received very bad news today as the AIR tech I was going to pay was arrested for smuggling the drug vitoc.  This means, I must implement plan B into immediate work.  I am moving back close to Amarr and hope to get my old position back as exotic dancer.  I never would have left it in the first place, but some freedom fighters sold me on the idea that freedom was better.  

I still remember the day they shot their way into the pleasure club randomly picking off the Amarrian patrons of the club.  Some of the dancers panicked but I continued my act.  After things quieted down and most of the fires were put out, a handsome Minmatar freedom fighter bought me a drink.  His left eye was so dreamy.  I ended up quiting Raystar’s Erotic Outpost and blasted off to adventure … or so I thought.  After a week, my new companions had me sign up for this AIR program.

I guess there are some who like this sort of thing? As a dancer, all I had to do was dance... they have me out here in this tin can blowing up pirates and talking about revolutions!

Day 52 – Dead End

As my luck would have it, my old boss, Ray got raided and was sent before the Amarr Theological Council to be redeemed.  They said, he should be made clear again in a year or two.  All this time, I never knew erotic dancing was illegal.  Time to get a new plan.

Day 78 – The New Plan

 I have saved up over 50 million ISK doing odd jobs for the Amarr government.  I will head out to Lonetrek and find out if they really do speak my language in corporate space.  As I understand it, the Caldari government is exploding with opportunity. 

Day 89 – Muling for Moss

I met this guy named Moss, some former CEO, thinks he is a space cowboy.  He told me, if I smuggle 25 Amarr Punishers into corporate space, he can pull some strings for me. 

Day 107 – Back to the Drawing Board

I should have never trusted Moss, the strings he was pulling were mine. He just used me like some puppet.  At this point, it looks like my last best hope is the Federation for some justice.

Day 120 - Free at Last!

It was a long journey but at last I am freed.  I now work in an office management setting. All thanks to a nice woman I met. Sally got me a desk job doing paper work in the station.  I never desire to see the inside of a pod ever again.  Once in a great while... I do a little dancing on my desk at work... when the mood hits me.