Most kids play. Most kids have friends. Most kids get a childhood. Strangely, Leela could not recall having one. Her only escape from her father's palacious home was through the massive digital labyrinths she wandered daily. Galnet. Tribal defense networks. Theology Council messaging accounts. Caldari video feeds. Monetary transfers. Her universe was one of myriad interwoven data pathways. She had been designed to pry. It was her raison d'etre. But, her creators had perhaps granted her too much free will.
She was 7 the first time she eluded her father's security and hitched a ride 17 jumps before she was picked up and returned, beaten, and denied food for three days. Each attempt thereafter garnered worse and worse punishments. Burns. Cuts. Unspeakable acts.
Each time her resolve to escape was strengthened. So, at age 12, she began searching for the sort of assistance she needed. She needed an outlaw with just the sort of tenacity to stare her father down and render him impotent. As with all such things, she found him by accident.
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