HeadOfSecurity: Why are you like this?

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PSYCHOPARADIGM: There isn't an inch more slack. Everything's pulled taut, all at its limit. This is as thin as the fabric of society can stretch. The end of the world is sitting behind every pair of eyes. A petty theft, a little trespass, even a snide remark that challenges authority. There are so damn many sparks around this powder keg, and any one could set it off. If this station goes, who knows what comes next? I do.

I know what happens if they get ideas. If someone riles them up. I know what everyone stands to lose if someone thinks that the world will still be okay if they start to bend the rules. I know what's at stake with every bet that things can stretch just a little more.

It can't. It won't. The fabric of society is strained so hard, it's pulled so tight. You don't see it at a glance. You have to look at it, let the brittleness come into focus like a Magic-Eye poster. The fragility, god, I can't start sayin' it. Send a damn poet for that. You say you're just breaking the rules to survive. But you never thought, what if the rules are the only reason anyone survives? The rules are why you, and everyone else here, lived this long. And obeying them might be tough, you might have to work hard, but it's the only thing that'll keep the tightrope from snapping. They're the last thing these people have left to keep them alive. And those rules need someone strong to protect them. Someone who can live them and breathe them, and make them real. Make them backed with some muscle, some voice, some goddamn substance.

You get it? No. 'Course you don't. That's why I got issued a gun too. Now hands in the air, you fucking criminal scum.

RANK: HEAD OF SECURITY
AGE: 36
EMPLOYMENT PERIOD: 10 YEARS, 4 MONTHS
LOYALTY RATING: 9

ChiefEngineer: use your tomboy girlboss muscles to restrain HeadOfSecurity