The relief I seek is retiring to a private moon without a shock collar up my ass. Down my throat? I didn't sign off on it either way.

[ No one did. So that's like, group-wide demoralizing, he guesses. The disposable pawn thing may have been way lower, less stressful stakes back in the Blue army days, but it still sucked.

Now it's high stakes, a labeled jumpsuit instead of power armor, and this is the worst of many worlds. Ever. Of all time. ]

I've got financial stuff to worry about. Corporate slavery just doesn't agree with me.