Man, this cyberstuff is really cool and all, but I’ve got to tell you, life’s ruthless around here. Everyone acts all friendly, then they learn how many credits I have – or rather, I don’t have – and they tell me to piss off! How am I supposed to get the good life when I can’t get started?
What could I offer someone else? I know something about obsolete technology from the pre-nuclear fallout era, I’ve fought some parasitic aliens, and I’ve been on multiple interplanetary trips. Some quite specific skills and experiences, I’ve got to say. Perhaps there’s a job for my niche?
I’m hopeful as I venture into Jeff Musk’s job agency. Their cut is 10% off my income? This is bullshit, they’re already making money off my work through the main enterprise, and they also want another cut through this agency? What choice do I have, anyway, he owns everything. How did it go, again? Endure… In enduring, grow… rich? Less poor? Yeah, it was something along those lines. So, let’s look at job-suitability, what could I do?
Wow, I’m positively surprised! There’s this mining expedition to an asteroid filled with rare earths, and they need bodyguards against aliens! It’s everything I excel at: old technology, space travel, and fighting aliens! Watch out, world, I’m bound to climb the ladder!