It was his party, he could cry if he wanted.
07 Oct 2015Gracey Field
So "The Org" is retiring. Well good luck to him, he is 60 any-ways. He's not the richest Cmdr I know but he's all right. He's got enough saved up to buy a place on some world to live out his days in relative luxury By the time I get to the party it's in full swing. When I do finally get to have a word with him I've only got one question.
"Why 'The Org'? What does it mean?" I enquire.
"Well, cause I'm the original me, you know, not a clone." he laughs.
"Really? How do you know"? I ask.
"Well, cause I've got this" he says and with that he rolls up his sleeve to show me his tattoo. It's a little aged and a bit blurry now but you can make it out clear enough 'The Org' in big 2 inch letters. "I had this done" he lets out a little whistle and his eyes go glassy for a moment like he's really there "when I was 20 just before my first flight out into the black. So I know I'm the original".
That's when I should have just wished him a happy retirement, but I didn't, no I had to say "But if you had got killed your clone would have the tattoo on rebirth". Have you ever seen a 60 year old man cry? I mean really cry. Everyone stopped partying and looked over. That was my que to leave. Although I feel bad for 'The Org' it's got me thinking. You'd know, wouldn't you? I mean if you were a clone or not. Don't we all have that nagging feeling just before we head out into the black that we had a few more creds in the bank or it's later than we thought. Shit I know I do.