What is ISK?
ISK is power monetized and manifested. No one truly knows
where the term ISK originated, its history is speculated to come from a small inconsequential
planet human history. What it has become, is far more important.
ISK can buy you women, slaves, weapons, battle cruisers,
solar systems, it can fund vast interstellar wars that result in the
destruction of countless civilizations that inhabit them. ISK can buy peace,
knowledge, understanding, it can transport your contentiousness across the
stars. The vast complexity of the universe defined in three characters that few
knew or cared about its origins. All knew its value, and its value was power.
The most important lesson I learned as a mortal was the
value of ISK. All things resulted in less of it, or more of it. Your life as
you knew it, was tied to ISK. Tied to its value and those who had more, chose
your destiny. With ISK, immortality is possible. With immortality, you can be
respected as a god.
Mortality. Seems like forever ago when it was relevant to
me. Death is no longer a threat to my existence, the forever death of your consciousness
that is.
I remember my first physical death. My recruiter, a
capsuleer named Jakes had picked me out of the masses. His selection process he
never made clear. Just that I was chosen. Chosen for a new level of consciousness
and being that was no longer tied to petty things like physical death. I signed
the data slate lied down on the table and forgot fear.
As morals we were taught at a young age to never question an
immortal. Do as he says and entire worlds would be yours, ISK would be yours.
The immortals had their reasons for everything, through them civilizations were
created. Subsequently they would destroy others. No one knew why. No one
questioned why. It wasn’t our place. Individual needs were inconsequential to their
goals and their goals a total mystery.
I fondly recall the stories of my biological ancestors. A
capsuleer crash landed on our planet. My ancestors captured him and began to
study him. Physically an immortal was not really different than a mortal. At first the study was just a conversation
about his origins. The capsuleer calmly explained to them, they were not alone
in the universe. Explained that when his biologic form died, he would be
reincarnated at a distant location, only to be free to roam the stars again.
You could guess that this information came as a shock to the
planetary authority. They began the next step in the study. A physical dissection
of the capsuleers interface ports and communication terminals. The capsuleer
seemed more annoyed that he wasn’t killed so that he could continue his life
among the stars vs the physical pain of the dissection. The authority didn’t
care. The capsuleer pleaded with him to simply end his life and study the
technology after his passing. The authority ignored his peals. Eventually after
weeks of live dissection, the capsuleer expired. The authority had proven with
little doubt in their minds that the capsuleer was in fact biologically dead,
no possible way of him returning to life.
The history of what happened next is grey and unclear, but
mortal archeologists had pieced together the facts. The capsuleer returned and
was not alone. He brought with him other capsuleers and with them installed immense
biological matter collection automatons planet wide. These collection automatons were immune the weapons of the authority. The capsuleers installed
them from orbit. No ultimatums, no ransom, no discussion, just the methodical
automated dismantling of the planets biosphere.
The entire civilization, its bio diversity, its evolutionary
process was absorbed. Species at every level of existence were absorbed,
processed and launched into orbit for collection. The capsuleer didn’t destroy
the planet and it inhabitants entirely, he simply soaked biological matter from
the planet. Crops dwindled, ecologically sensitive plants and animals were the
first dwindle. They die, they just disappeared, forever removed on a microscopic scale. The population was
forced to crowd in the less valuable biological hot spots of the planet. The
deserts, the arctic… the planets future was forever stunted because of that
chance encounter with an immortal.
You see death is simply a transportation method to the
immortal, the immortal wasn’t angry about his death on the planet. He was angry
because you wasted his time. The idea that an immortal would be bothered by the trivial nature of death is laughable. But where you can affect him, is the one
thing he is also bound to. Time, and the authority of that planet wasted it.
The immortal and his strive for ISK cannot be questioned,
must not be questioned. His power is absolute. His rule total. He is the alpha
and the omega for which the universe turns. His quest, your quest is to serve
him and his one and only master. ISK.
At least this is what I thought before I became an immortal
myself.
Jakes likes to poke fun of me sometimes that he ‘made me’… For
that I can thank him. He forgets that he was also selected by an immortal, and
he was just following a tradition. The point is, no one really knows why I was
chosen, or why Jakes was chosen before me, so on and so forth. Sometimes the
universe just needs gods, and then it goes about creating them.
To be continued…
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