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I'll admit it: I'm as susceptible to celebrity as the next sentient being. When I first arrived on Tau Station and learned that the captain of the Amethyst was one of the very first clones awakened there post-Catastrophe, I was intrigued. And when I checked my CORETECHS and found he'd begun a blog--again, the first to do so--I just had to follow it. And him. Clearly this Ovid was destined for great things.

I watched Ovid's blog avidly, hoping for another update, recycling my CORETECHS every few segments lest I miss one. And recycled it again... and again... Days passed, but Ovid never said another word, preferring to remain a man of mystery. I rationalized it, reasoning that if he wanted to avenge himself on whoever set him up, he'd want to avoid leaving obvious clues in the mesh.

I never truly expected to meet Ovid in person, but even the thought of a virtual legend walking the same Tau Station corridors I did, drinking the same beer, scavenging the same ruins, was enough for me. So I was more than a little astonished when my CORETECHS flickered and identified the Baseline male coming towards me as Ovid himself! I was about to meet this legend!

Not wanting to go full "fanboy" on him, I focused on trying to appear casual. Which is why I was totally unprepared when, without a single word, Ovid whipped a nasty-looking shiv from his belt and lunged at me. I managed to sidestep his strike--barely--and automatically drew the tarnished sword hanging at my hip, shifting my stance and counterattacking almost instinctively. (Bless you, Combat nanites!)

Ovid seemed to lose his taste for fighting as soon as he was facing someone ready to fight back. (Either that, or he didn't want to risk security finding him.) He disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared, still without a word of explanation, leaving me adrenalized and thoroughly bewildered.

I'm a lot more cautious since then. Stations seem less welcoming now. I spend most of my time in a hotel room, venturing out only for specific purposes. Whenever I'm out, I try to keep close tabs on everyone else in the area with me, always wary, always poised to defend at a unit's notice.

Thank you, Ovid, for opening my eyes to the true nature of the 'verse.


  1. A nice bottle of Old Earth Laphroaig wouldn't go amiss, but who has the credits to afford something so precious?