It was a late evening. I had just showered off after finishing a sixteen hour patrol in the Renegade; nothing noteworthy.

I casually walked towards the floor to ceiling window of my spacious accommodation, which overlooked the central axis of “insert station here” while the day’s newscast provided white noise in the background.

The heart of the station offered an artificial ecosystem, and most of the higher level businesses could be found in this central promenade. Living in this class of community would cost a small fortune planet side; it was ten times that on the station.

My head turned as the newscast caught my attention. As I toweled off my head I told the wall monitor to increase volume.

And in other news, support continues to grow for the ‘Minority Man’ movement, as hundreds now gather in protest if archaic reverse discrimination practices. What surely started as an isolated college prank has now gained legitimate traction, and as this issue continues to garner more public attention, it will undoubtedly need to be commented on by city council.

Interesting.

“Relevance.” I spoke aloud, and the monitor muted, a picture in picture panel appearing, listing all the related news media surrounding this story.

Water dripped to the floor as I stood transfixed, scanning the various articles.

It appeared a young man had applied to work at a lingerie store, and was immediately rejected without so much as an interview. “Most of our clientele is female, and it would be uncomfortable to have a man working here, given the discreet nature of our product.” the female store manager had been quoted as saying later in the day.

“And who do you think those women are trying to impress?” the young man counter-quoted. “Husbands, boyfriends, lovers. Having a man on staff provides instant feedback for these customers. It adds value.”

This same young had also applied to a “Women’s Only” fitness facility, and was again rejected without so much as an interview. “Our gym is not a pickup joint, a place for men on the prowl to hookup; go to an Achura club for that.” the facility owner, also a woman, was quoted as saying.

“If I were a lesbian,” the young man countered to a news reporter, “Would I have summarily rejected? Probably not, and I could’ve ‘prowled’ to my heart’s content. But because I’ve got the plumbing, I was immediately discriminated against. It’s an injustice that shouldn’t be tolerated in today’s open society.”

He had growing support from the Gallente Federation, by far the most liberal Empire in New Eden.

The Brutor Tribe of course was very rigid and traditional. “Men were men, and the sheep were scared” was an old saying amongst our people.

Still, I had to applaud this young man’s efforts and ingenuity.

I wondered about the opinions of others as I finished drying off, sliding naked onto the sheer silken sheets of my bed.