Clone monologues 19

Hello, me.
In the aether of New Eden, there is a sense of impending change. Capsuleers of all obediences are moving assets and ships all over the place, as if some huge conflagration was about to happen. People usher prophecies of thousands of conflicts about to burst into existence, of empires about to crumble and of the darkness of space swallowing whole regions.
I am about to take certain dispositions to ensure that I am able to function in this new paradigm. I have no idea where you will next wake up but, please, do not forget to update your clone. If things are going to get messy, we will need it sooner than later.
Do it.