Biomass Thoughts
In EVE Online death is ordinary. Loss is an accepted consequence of our daily activities. Loss and death is both championed and ridiculed, depending on the state of play and who is dishing out the evidence. Each day we subtract the patterns of death from within the weapons in the hands of the executioners. What I mean is we take the statistics from each death and this in turn morphs into what we judge each other on. The residue of every death or loss in EVE Online is our painting of the current landscape, of the faces and the megacorps and of the fall guys.
With this in mind I imagined what was inside the biomass chambers. In a daydream I walked along the black steel tunnels of the digital catacombs of the Doomheim [666] 'corporation'. The cold walls of found mortality, triggered by a button-click and a timer that waits for us all if we choose its calling.
946,875 broken skulls.
946,875 faded dreams.
Death's tally rises each day. I imagine the bones stacked high, rows and rows for as far as the eye can see. I see a finger pointing as if it is reaching out to touch the eternal darkness. Every now and then a face looking out into the void. It's hard to find reasoning in the halls of dead.
Is the biomass chamber a reminder of our own inescapable defeat? Perhaps we could look at it as a poison that eats away at us, moment by moment, as our time slowly bleeds away.
MB.
With this in mind I imagined what was inside the biomass chambers. In a daydream I walked along the black steel tunnels of the digital catacombs of the Doomheim [666] 'corporation'. The cold walls of found mortality, triggered by a button-click and a timer that waits for us all if we choose its calling.
946,875 broken skulls.
946,875 faded dreams.
Death's tally rises each day. I imagine the bones stacked high, rows and rows for as far as the eye can see. I see a finger pointing as if it is reaching out to touch the eternal darkness. Every now and then a face looking out into the void. It's hard to find reasoning in the halls of dead.
Is the biomass chamber a reminder of our own inescapable defeat? Perhaps we could look at it as a poison that eats away at us, moment by moment, as our time slowly bleeds away.
MB.
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