#thalassa.

THALASSA ⋅𖥔⋅ 28, NB ⋅𖥔⋅ CYBERNETIC MAINTENANCE AND REPAIR

The world is built on losing deals. The same men that slew Mother Earth took it upon themselves to divvy up her heirlooms, and while they promise a fair redistribution, the ugly truth, garbled under the sleek civility of corporate speak, is that the algorithm dividing spared from damned is a calculation of human value. To live, they tell you, is not a right, but a luxury. They charge the price against your time and labor and dignity.

Life is cheap so choice is costly. Less in rebellion, and more in some desperation to bargain the limited freedom afforded to you, you stake your joy on a single, volatile tenet: that if your body must become an instrument of profit, you deserve a say in how it breaks. You dismantle your viscera and peddle the scraps. A pound of flesh for hardware organs, a gram of coke, a cheap thrill. 

While outsiders might mistake your survival for self-destruction, to you, dignity means dying a disciple of your own decadence, and not a martyr of another’s greed. In other words: it is better to turn yourself into a machine for a shot at feeling human than to remain human and live like a machine.

WELCOME TO PROJECT ORPHEUS, MORI! YOU HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AS THALASSA

"Life is cheap so choice is costly. Less in rebellion, and more in some desperation to bargain the limited freedom afforded to you, you stake your joy on a single, volatile tenet: that if your body must become an instrument of profit, you deserve a say in how it breaks. You dismantle your viscera and peddle the scraps. A pound of flesh for hardware organs, a gram of coke, a cheap thrill.

While outsiders might mistake your survival for self-destruction, to you, dignity means dying a disciple of your own decadence, and not a martyr of another’s greed. In other words: it is better to turn yourself into a machine for a shot at feeling human than to remain human and live like a machine."

Truly one of my favorite commentaries and analyses of the world of Project Orpheus. Thalassa is one part thematic exposition, two parts fun. Quite literally. What is the cost of happiness? Is it worth your arm? What about your liver? A heart's weight for a night of unbridled escape — not quite that expensive, is it? When you've been told your entire life that your destiny is to be another cog in the machine. When survival is nothing more than days blended together, a means with no end. Without hesitation, Leon sells. And sells. You're without a stomach, now. WHERE DO YOU PUT THE HUNGER?