Brought up in the military, dedicated myself to the military, excelled in the military.
Then, was used by the military, ground up and spat out like cheap synthetic meat.
Disavowed and left to rot out in the black.

I've seen it all from the views in the glittering Ivory Towers of the core, to the water logged mass graves on the expansions edges.
I don't care anymore, as long as I can afford my booze, Chems and some big round soft Ass to warm my bunk, I'm good.

So give me a job and a destination. I know there's a line out there I won't cross, I just haven't found it yet.