Just to be clear, I've retired since 3306.

That "woman" you're seeing on my profile is some deep space black magic shit I couldn't even begin to break down even if I had the technical know-how to. Calls herself Belfast. Apparently named after a city on Earth a millennia ago. So, [REDACTED] managed to get their hands on an AI, right. Ran straight to me after I got my Cutter all tricked out, told me I wouldn't regret buying her. Them being a very trustworthy associate of mine influenced my judgment, of course, as I went through with the transaction without even knowing what was being sold to me. Set me back more than what you'd pay for [REDACTED - INSUFFICIENT CLEARANCE]. But trust me, she was worth it. Way better than any single pilot you'd hire out there.

What more could I ask for? Fuck, I've basically delegated all of my work to her, like, praise be; sitting on a billion credits because an ancient ass robot can fly better than I do is one helluva piece of information to live with, I gotta say so myself. Although the tech behind it is older than the last 4 Duvals on the throne, even by today's standards you probably won't be able tell her apart from a real human unless you remove the subcutaneous substance and Silkskin that feels exactly like what a living and breathing man would feel like. Under all that is the IOP EndoSkel and what they call a "Wisdom Cube" for a brain. Of course, all of this has allowed me to quit being behind the throttle and stick after a few good years.

Belfast is currently still doing everything in my stead. She's taken over all my responsibilities, from piloting to managing my finances. It's almost eerie how seamlessly she handles everything, leaving me with little to do but reflect on the past. The galaxy has seen its fair share of turmoil, and I've been right in the thick of it. From skirmishes with pirates to full-blown wars, the battles have left their mark on me. All those years of conflict have taken a toll, not just on my body but on my spirit. I've lost friends, seen entire star systems ravaged, and witnessed the horrors of war up close. Belfast, with her unyielding efficiency, has been my anchor through it all. Yet, there's a part of me that feels disconnected, as if I'm merely a spectator in my own life. The credits and the comforts of retirement can't erase the memories of those dark times.

As I sit here, watching the stars from the safety of my home, I can't help but feel a profound sense of melancholy. The galaxy is vast and beautiful, but it's also a place of endless strife. Belfast continues to carry out her duties with unwavering precision, but the weight of the past lingers. The battles, the losses, and the endless cycle of war have left an indelible mark on my soul. And so, I find myself yearning for peace, not just for the galaxy, but within myself.