You know the Peloran don’t age either. They grow up and then…stop. To us, it’s the thing of legends and ancient stories. To the Peloran, it’s normal. The way things should be. The way they were created. They can’t imagine how we deal with knowing that our days are literally numbered. The really scary thing? Sometimes I understand them better than my own people.
They say that time flies, and it really does. They also say that that by the time you’re old enough to know better, your body’s too old to enjoy it. You know the amazing thing about being what I am? As long as I don’t do something so stupid it gets me killed, my body will never be too old to enjoy the lessons I learn. It’s amazing, and wonderful, and terrifying, all at the same time.
Some people say life is like chocolate. I think chocolate’s too simple. I say it’s like eggs. To some people, it’s all sunny side up. For others, it’s all deviled. And then there’s some that are hardboiled. Me? I wish life was that simple. No, actually I don’t. If it was, it’d be boring. But I do see life and eggs the same. All eggs are scrambled.
Hello, my name is Jack. I’ve met people that are evil. I’m talking black hat, big “E” Evil right down to the sinister laughter here. I’ve met others that are saints. White hats and all. Most of us though are somewhere in between. And frankly, in the dark of space, all hats are grey at first glance.
I wear a suit for my day jobs. All of them. Pays to look respectable when you deliver…well…whatever you’re delivering. But when I’m off the jobs, I like to relax in a broken in pair of jeans and a tank top. With a cold beer. Life always looks better with a cold beer in the hand.