I have been sitting on the wreck of a fellow who disregarded every suggested security measures, such as equipping an armor, or buying an insurance from me. I was cursing myself for I woke up that early when all haulers I could contact were asleep. Even the junkers flying in the system were pretty uninterested to answer my call. Is that stuff so worthless? Anyways, when I was least expecting, two transports appeared from the nothing - both were empty. Let me amend the logs.
See my point here? That prejudice hurts me. Our ships are on the open market, I try to conclude my business as decent as I can, and we are working for the betterment of the common people of Liberty. And yet... That word.
I got so offended that I immediately connected to the sweet comfy-fluffy Neural-Net to get someone to process that arrogant flunky and get someone to finally haul the alloy.
Woke up in a pod. That's why everyone says not to override -all- your sensory input with the neural interface. But where's the joy in that?