You are hopelessly addicted. You enter the system. You press the d-scan. You uncloak and launch probes. You center the probes on the little red dot. You press scan again. You center the probes on the little red dot.
Yes, you keep doing this. Hours pass. You are thirsty, but do not stop for a drink. You know scouting = kills. You hands steadily maneuver your mouse. You center the probes on the little red dot.
They have conditioned you. You are a good little mouse. Jeff Bezos would be happy to have you as an employee. This is how you have fun. You center the probes on the red dot.
By now it has been 6 hours. Your chain is 26 jumps deep and you keep going. The abyss calls to you. C2s C4s, and C5s are all a blur. Repetitive strain injuries have never heard of you. You center the probes on the red dot.
Content is coming. The next jump, the next system, will have your prize. This will all be worth it. Your corpmates will praise your name. You center the probes on the red dot.
1am rolls around. Most ordinary factory workers have long since gone to bed. Your wife has also gone to bed without you. You stay awake, because this is your duty. You center the probes on the red dot.
The red dot calls to you. None of your friends understand. In EVE, nothing happens until everything happens. The next fight, the next gank, will be legendary. You center your probes on the little red dot.
The birds are chirping as the sun begins to rise. You are fortunate it was friday night. Most of your friends are probably still asleep and hungover from the bar. You jump into one last system. Oh well, i'll get content tomorrow. One last time, you center your probes on the red dot.
You fall into bed to rest your weary eyes. You are excited for the content you will find tomorrow. You will awake in the afternoon to continue your hunt. In your dreams, you center the probes on the little red dot.