Have you ever rolled up on a scene where someone was clearly in desperate need of first aid, because they just got hard refreshed into the cement floor by some nameless, ornery thugs? And you decided, "I don't have time for this today," and kind of skedaddled tf out of there, left that shit unresolved, figuring somebody else could get their hands dirty cleaning up whatever happened there?
Well, you're NOT alone! In fact, everybody was on that ride, doing nothing right along with you, at the Red Mile, a bar/restaurant in the Porrima system, where you can watch people race through a Takeshi's Castle-type "formidable challenge" while wagering coin against their very lives. This is the shitter in that place, and as you can see, somebody was here and not doing so great, and nobody helped them or even cleaned up after. I thought there was going to be something I could at least learn about this evidential kerfuffle, or a quest associated with, maybe about a missing person, but no. There was nothing to learn. Not a single person noticed or cared what may, or may not, have happened to this individual, whoever they were, because why should anyone put their time and energy into a situation where they weren't going to get anything out of it? Man, what's funny is, if there's one thing that interstellar radiation CAN'T change, it's human nature.
