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**Sombs** · 01-11-2018, 01:24 AM,

December 18th, 824 - Omicron Kappa

As James finished his move and made Ezrael riddle about it, he slowly raised his head to give James a pouty smirk. "If your current strategy includes distracting me with heavy questions that absolutely require time and thought to be answered, congratulations. It works." Ezrael said, the pouty smirk turning into a charming one again. Once more he leaned forward, looking at the chessboard. His long hair was dropping off his shoulders, hanging down, swinging. "You'd be a perfect match for Maren, you know. She is sort of a realistic misanthrop, similar to what you make it sound to be one. Those questions are very difficult for me to handle. I do have a certain experience in psychology, especially the biologic aspects of it. I do believe Maren takes it as invitation to see me as dumb, but I usually do not respond to such topics. Especially since I am one of those people she repeatedly calls degenerate." He touched a pawn, knowing the following move would result in a dirty chain of events that would cost him a few pawns and very likely the Queen. "She has quite an unrelaxed opinion about one-night-stands. She thinks the existance of them and how easy people find to each other for having sex is destroying society. Her argument is that people don't try anymore to have stable and working relationship constructs like marriage since they don't need to. If they want sex, they just get it from any stranger that is willing. Less reason to put effort into social interactions that bring people closer to each other. In her utopia, people would need to marry first before they can have sex."

He lifted the pawn slightly. "Is it right or wrong? I don't know. It's not my field of experience, so all I can do is refer to myself and look at the person that voiced the opinion. Before I met Maren, I literally was one of those she always likes to describe. I was taking my best friend to the clubs and had fun times there or in hotels or somewhere else. Multiple times a week, not limited to one girl per night. It was addictive, causing adrenalin to rush through the body each time you were flirting with a new girl. They came from all over Sirius to Curacao for party and sinning. It never was hard to seduce them, really." His hand was moving the snub closer to the Bishop. "People do this to let out the steam. They want to have fun, because for some reason, they see the very need to. Despite being in the age of robotic automatation, people are still prefering to put the burden of hard work onto themselves. Especially when it comes to war-related training and jobs. Many well-paid soldiers and pilots come to Curacao, because they are just rich enough to be able to afford it. Especially Bounty Hunters. Anything taking place in space is incredibly profitable compared with similar jobs on planets. The responsibilities are higher, though. People need to vent. Sirius is a dystopian place. The world is cruel and unforgiving. People can't wait until they are married. They want to get highs, and if sex is out of question, it is more likely they start using drugs." The Marlin removed the Wraith. "Pawn to D4."

Slightly stressed, he leaned back, frowning at the chessboard. "People need vents, because the world is cruel. Which makes me look at Maren, a very slightly chubby girl that is barely able to uphold social bonds, using cardamine since her sixteenth year. She is dangerously intelligent, both dangerous to her surroundings and to herself, because she has a hard time enjoying hanging out with people who are on a less intellectual level. If Maren and I had met in different circumstances, neither of us would have bat an eye on each other. Entropy however lead us together. I know very much about her childhood. Her father was often away, he was some important guy who even managed to show up in Nuremberg's television at some point. Her mother was a housewife, her pretty role model. Nuremberg is a planet that is known for incredibly high crime levels, and I know Maren never had real friends. Never. She had her toys, but never managed to create social bonds. She was always alone. And when she wasn't, she had to regret it, because she met people who introduced her to cardamine. She was good at school, highly intelligent and her parents did their best to provide her education level, so she ended up studying criminalogy, then she worked on some desk for the MND. Entropy was cruel to her, as she ended up in a car accident which caused neuropathy in her hands, something that will be cured soon here on the ship. With her neuropathy, MND decided she wouldn't be able to handle space missions, so her dream died. She left the MND, headed for Delta and we met."

He grabbed his wine glass to take a good sip, feeling that talking so much was drying his throat. Not that the wine was the best idea to take care of that, but he had nothing else in range. "So I look at my girlfriend. A woman with neuropathy that every now and then kicks in and gives her horrible pain she simply has to endure. She grew up on Nuremberg, in the ghetto so to say. She never had friends and she never celebrated her birthday, because there was noone who would celebrate it with her, apart from the only role model she ever got: her mother. She was always slightly chubby which got significantly less in the last twelve months, however I can imagine she was often bullied because of it, and her moonface. People were not nice to her. She got in touch with cardamine and got her few good highs and suddenly there was the need for her and her family to keep her alive, supply her with cardamine. Something that probably nagged on her, probably even made her parents angry at her. At least she completed her studies. When she worked for the MND, she was happy, and then she got banned behind a desk. Because nobody needs a woman that can't use her hands. She was at one of her lowest points of live, escaping her old environment for any answer. Is there anything out there that makes life enjoyable? She ended up at Freeport 11 at the right time, because I was there. The naive but handsome Core captain who slowly realized how terrible the Core was, not wanting to eliminate the nomads but exploit them as regrowing resource." He sighed, shaking his head as he looked up at James. "The marriage of her parents was the only constant in her life. Of course she is the one who deems people who are not aiming for marriage but cheap sex and sexual relationships as degenerates. It is a logical thing to do in her position. She wants to be like her mother. Strong, loving, caring. Because that is how her mother appeared to her. But that is not how life decided for her to be. I do think she would be a great mother, but cardamine will prevent her from pregnancy. And in the rare cases of it working, there is a big chance for her to have a miscarriage. All her dreams are dead. She is a very sad, very lonely woman, and I am all she has, which is why she decided to be with the degenerate I am. Many of her arguments are very influenced by her past. A very sad past. One that pre-emptively destroyed her future. If she had had a more happy past, she might wouldn't call me degenerate."

His eyes were aiming back at the chess board. "The reason I told you this is because I believe you, as someone who decided to live a life in hermit-like conditions, have your reasons to judge the social constructs of house space the way you do. While I, as a person who blooms the most when interacting with people and many people at the same time, regardless of their origins and intellectual levels, have reason to believe that there are more important matters needing my attention than philosophing about the doom of social constructs and values. They change anyway, no matter what I do. All I do is provide a home for a certain amount of people here on the Apahanta. Some of them are like Sherry, who defected from the Core with me. Funny enough, ten of the women that came with me back then only were able to take the chance to bail out because I met them in Yaren's bar. Because I slept with them. Four of them are still on the ship and they are very loyal, because we met this way. Other people are from all over Sirius with all kinds of backgrounds. I love to listen to their stories. Which is the reason I invited you to come here and play this game with me. I'm horrible at it. I probably played it one or two times and know the rules because I looked them up yesterday. To me, this is not about winning. It is a game, a great medium to have while talking to each other. I like those media to meet people. I want to listen to your story."

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