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it's a disheartening thing ♔ ic; 002
May. 3rd, 2009 06:00 pm[filtered; must be hacked to read]
It pisses me off. It pisses me off so much.
Nowadays I don't have much that I can do but roam the network in my off-hours. Even so, I keep running into them--young, cultured, kind people living in squalor. Why? Because the bastards running this fucking place decided to designate them human fucking refuse. I can't stand it. Even those of us here in Terra have it hard enough, but--
There has to be something I can do. Something more. Something more than wandering around there every few months and beating the rapists and the dealers bloody. Something more than aimlessly looking for the one person I might somehow judge able to save so that this fucking money-leeching apartment doesn't go to waste.
I just found another one online--polite enough young man by the sound of him, better vocabulary than most Terrans I know, scavenging through the goddamn junkyard with the rest. God only knows what hell he's seen and lived through. I keep finding more and more of them like that, and I can't see the damn computer screen for the red in my vision. It has to stop. There's got to be some way to stop it. To tear down the walls and make this place less of a hell.
But I don't know what the hell I can do.
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If there's one good thing about being in a bad mood? Soon I'm going to have the leave to be able to head out and stretch my legs for once. ...I'm looking forward to it.
It pisses me off. It pisses me off so much.
Nowadays I don't have much that I can do but roam the network in my off-hours. Even so, I keep running into them--young, cultured, kind people living in squalor. Why? Because the bastards running this fucking place decided to designate them human fucking refuse. I can't stand it. Even those of us here in Terra have it hard enough, but--
There has to be something I can do. Something more. Something more than wandering around there every few months and beating the rapists and the dealers bloody. Something more than aimlessly looking for the one person I might somehow judge able to save so that this fucking money-leeching apartment doesn't go to waste.
I just found another one online--polite enough young man by the sound of him, better vocabulary than most Terrans I know, scavenging through the goddamn junkyard with the rest. God only knows what hell he's seen and lived through. I keep finding more and more of them like that, and I can't see the damn computer screen for the red in my vision. It has to stop. There's got to be some way to stop it. To tear down the walls and make this place less of a hell.
But I don't know what the hell I can do.
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If there's one good thing about being in a bad mood? Soon I'm going to have the leave to be able to head out and stretch my legs for once. ...I'm looking forward to it.
