DOTLAN EveMaps

Gather round while I tell you of August Sinclair,
A man whose allegiance
Is ruled by expedience.
Call him a traitor, he won't even care.
"Ha, traitor schmaitor," says August Sinclair.

Don't say that he's hypocritical,
Say rather that he's apolitical.

"I get the rockets up, does it really matter where?
That's not my department," says August Sinclair.

Some have harsh words for this man of renown,
But some think our attitude
Should be one of gratitude,
Like the widows and cripples in old Pator square
Who owe their large pensions to August Sinclair.

You too may be a big hero,
Once you've learned to count backwards to zero.
"In Amarrian and Matari I know how to list my fare,
And I'm learning Caldari," says August Sinclair.


"Science isn't about why, it's about why not?
Why is so much of our science dangerous?
Why not marry "safe science" if you love it so much?
In fact, why not invent a special safety door that won't hit you on the butt on the way out, because you are FIRED!
Not you, test subject, you're doing fine. Get back in the radiation chamber!
Yes, you. Box. Your. Stuff. Out the front door. Airlock. Vacuum. Goodbye."- August Sinclair on workplace casualties