Singularity - A Matter of Perspective

The Memory

"So what might be the point? I don't work for the money, I don't do it for the everlasting friendship... hell, some part of me thinks that I may have been hit on the head far too much for my own good."

Division V Bridge Officer Stellaris Goodhaven 14:50:27, 207X 

14:50:27 PM
Jungtinis Tarpžvaigždinės Lietuvos Autoritetas (The Capital Ship)  

So might have been the case, Stellaris wasn't in the mood to brood, in fact, he was just done perusing his photo-album, a depressing sight it was, seeing himself twenty-three years back, looking as sharp and as young as ever. It didn't matter to him now since well, he was far and away past the age of a hundred.

He was a hundred and twenty-three now. Finishing up his routine medical check, the same old had happened, Stellaris went through the motions like he was just sixteen, the physical regime was a nice starter and the combat awareness simulation only marked him down a measly second-rated two points from his last tally, Stellaris' eyes were getting the better of him, but his concern was placed elsewhere; on Europa.

Until then, he would continue to perform his duty, as a valiant member and protector of the proud and prospecting Jungtinis Tarpžvaigždinės Lietuvos Autoritetas, or the United Lithuania Interstellar Authority. It was a fine naval sight indeed, the best of its people along with the brightest of intellects serving all over the Europan atmospheric border, travelling around its neighbouring planets whilst gathering as much of the life-long element to behold possible, there was never a day without an agenda, Stellaris worked around the clock, which would bode well naturally. He held the position of Bridge Division V Security Officer, not one of the most exciting of positions, but it was nonetheless with its fair share of cybernetic-augmentation benefits.

As Stellaris already well knew, he was a hundred and twenty-three years old, and he still looked like himself in the picture of his one-hundredth. It was a thoughtful memory to invoke, one which held many highs, many lows, but nonetheless; many journies of him in his prime. The Augmentation didn't stop at his genetic decay prohibition though, soon enough, it extended to his other functions, his structural bone integrity, his eyesight, and his mentality even! His standard issue TL-41 Armalite Protopistol was as functional as the day it had been assembled, four registered discharges were noted down, all of which dated to the 4th of January, it was a fine piece of Swiss engineering for sure, its design elegant with its silver gleam blinding even the most fanatical of the diseased, which of course is a story for another time. And to top it off, he held his J.T.L.A uniform in highly perfected condition, his commendations and badges hanging proudly on his lapels and chest respectively.

A grin washes over Stellaris' face, as he makes his way out of the assessment hall, he was prepared to begin his shift anew, what might've been actually new on the agenda, he didn't know as of yet, but he made his way up to Bridge Control, contemplating a few quiet thoughts up in his mind...