For the purposes of oversight, I have made my own profile. This will limit the need for mental connection to the subject, and allow for further examination of potential dissidents yet undiscovered by other re-educating authorities within Imperial space. My first impressions are of a social media hub inhabited mostly by those who have yet to be deployed to their stations. I do not mind the exhibitionism on display, as the lurid conduct of the user base proves to be quite decadent even from afar. Images do not feed quite so well as the odoriferous sweetmeats of a nearby mind, but there are often traces of thought and feeling to exploit. Fortunately, for the purposes of my own account, only the subject seems to have an account. No other officers of the Cocytus or her sister ships appear to have been drawn in to chittr. I suppose there is a chance they believe it frivolous. They could not be more wrong, for keeping one's fronds upon the pulse of the Empire's youth is the only way to stay ahead and ensure one is able to adapt to the challenging dissidents who have yet to don uniform and salute their superiors upon their deployment. Acrid, with a particularly musty middle note. The finish is unexpectedly piquant.
