I don't want to make any assumptions about this place being a bit of a boy's club, so I thought I'd ask instead of assuming.
Hi CMDR! What time is it? Am I late for the party?
When you listen to the pulse at the asteroid belt, the sweep vanishing into infinity, and see the gentle curve of the belt that goes ever onward, days in and days out, you start to forget. Days pass, one like another. You start to lose yourself. You're going to Holo-Me pretending you're checking your hair. In our hearts we both know we go there to check up on ourselves, who were we again, to connect back to humanity.
But we can also change, with Holo-Me. Do you remember when you were a child CMDR? My first memory is from a Sidewinder. I'm sitting there in the seat. Do you remember what happened after that CMDR, when you bought your next ship? Do you remember walking into it? I don't remember anymore.
I remember the time the SRV blew up and I found myself back on my ship. I must have been disoriented and somehow crawled back to the airlock before the suit ran out of air. But I don't remember that either.
Why is it called Holo-Me? Why does it change us so easily?
I think of Holo-Me and look at the belt vanish into the horizon and flex my fingers as I set the charges. Have you ever realized you can't flex your toes CMDR? Its just... nothing happens. Not even if you try your best.
The asteroid is spinning fast now and its hard to hit the last crevice. But I need to get the charge over the threshold before the time runs out. I jam the last shot in and watch the numbers tick down, suddenly realizing I'm too close, much too close. I back off. The rear bumps onto something, thrusters complaining in anger. God, there must be another asteroid behind me. I haven't been paying attention! And now its too late. I watch the time as the canopy cracks, then the whole display goes with it, and the hull, everything. It all goes into brightness, then black.
What I remember next are the insurance terms at Messerschmid Orbital. There's the time again on the upper right corner. Its not a problem, I can afford it. But only a few moments have passed since the explosion, according to the time display. The belt... it was hundreds of light years away. How am I here? Is the quartz broken?
CMDR, can you feel your feet?
Are you really there, in the seat?
Who... what are we?
Bests,
CMDR C. FLOSS
Imperial Princess