The chilling Story of lIceColon

[lIceColon]

(for entertainment purposes only, no offence intended )
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It was the golden age of underground abortion in Liberty. Walking into a self-help abortion booth not only became a necessity for high income hookers and proud uterus-transplanted transvestites and homosexuals, it became fashion. And fashion skyrocketed the prices, costing almost a million credits for every fetus replaced with thin air via teleportation device.
Deep in the low income slums of Planet Erie, a girl was pregnant. She knew she was pregnant, because she woke up that day to five hundred credits and a note that said “I might have knocked you up, go get an abortion.”
Where do you get an abortion for five hundred credits? The girl approached her neighborhood entrepreneur-engineer, who was working on his own teleportation based abortion device, which he hoped would net him enough money to go to an engineering institute. The girl offered to be his alpha tester, and he let the girl try it out for that cheap, cheap price of five hundred credits in return.
So they fired up the abortion device, but unknown to both of them, some space-lice larvae got into the canister of air that was supposed to be teleported onto the fetus. Unfortunately, the filter used by the teleportation device filtered out the air, and only teleported the larvae…
Eight months later, the girl gave birth to a baby that had space-lice embedded in his colon. She asked the doctor how much it would cost to remove the lice, the doctor told her: A billion credits.
So the girl did the only thing a sensible person would do- leave it on the doorstep of an elderly couple.
Fortunately for the child, the elderly couple had enough money to feed the child with pills that soothed the horrible horrible itch and pain caused by the lice, and even more fortunate, the elderly couple were also retired pilots of the Liberty Navy, and they taught the child some things about piloting ships.
The couple taught the child so well that he was able to get into a flight school on scholarship. The child was top of his class in the simulators, a ruthless fighter, and everybody affectionately called him The Colon. The child himself signed all his emails etcetra with the uber cool alias “lIceColon”, which is “licecolon” with a lower case L and capitalized i.
In a final medical examination just before the child’s first attempt on a real ship, the doctor informed him that those pills he took were Erie specific only. If the child took the pills in space, or on another planet or space station, his head would explode.
Troubled, the elderly couple asked a doctor how much it would cost to surgically remove the lice. The doctor replied, “one billion credits”.
Without the pills, the child was a mediocre pilot at best, as the pain and itching seriously hindered his performance. Everybody stopped calling him The Colon, and his girlfriend left him, and his foster parents stopped being proud of him, and he lost all credibility as a competent fighter pilot, and the liberty navy recruitment office lost interest in him.
Colon, now a full time transport pilot, ran a few logistical errands for the various liberty corporations (and criminals, though he doesn't put those on his resume ) within the safe zone of New York, and saved up five thousand credits to get him a Starflier. At space he constantly relies on humor and a bright attitude to keep himself from falling victim to his own colon, but if you ask him on the ground what his aspirations are, he’d reply (with a serious attitude):
One. Billion. Credits.

Hey, the guy’s got lice embedded in his colon, so cut him some slack.

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No atmosphere? GTFO.
The propeller is the greatest invention of all time.