DOTLAN EveMaps

I am Gaara Imanoke, and I'm here to ask you a question. Is a person not entitled to the sweat of their brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'it belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'it belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'it belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture Industrial. A corp where the artist would not fear the censor; where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality; where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture Industrial can become your corp as well!