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Daybreak at the Ancestor Bough
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At the request of my love, @maxine302, I promised to upload this comic on our six month anniversary and roughly 50 years early.
This was such a fun little comic of us depicted as grannies in the far, far future -w-
Happy anniversary, my beloved 💕💕
Will we be able to make out with the love interests in Wan2Talk? Love your work!
yes!! you will absolutely get the option to make out with them or... well... kiss them LMFAO ( ´ ▽ ` )
Some more lore about the shittest Megacity ever: Menagerie.
‘“I’d say don’t move to Menagerie. But there’s not really anywhere else to live . . . Unless you can cross the central wastes. Without being a corpo or an asset. At least the food is kinda good . . . kinda.”
Menagerie, the City of Neon and Flesh, as it is sometimes called, sits on the remains of the North American West Coast. A megacity swath, that of the 43rd century, stretches from the log built over remains of Seattle Washington, to Los Angeles California, to even past Las Vegas Nevada.
In structure many parts of the urbanized autocannibalistic sprawl resemble records of the Kowloon Walled City. Such as the industrial and faithful Irongrimm (Salt Lake City Utah) or the ever decaying Tomb below most of Menagerie. With patches of “clearings", such as the irradiated Westra (Southern California) or agricultural Arcadia (California Central Valley), between them. The massive Portside (San Francisco Bay Area) and much smaller Little Eugen (Portland Oregon) exist as sprawls of their own with not much verticality, while New Tokyork (Las Vegas Nevada) and Zul (Seattle Washington) rise above much of the neon mire. And The Womb . . . writhes upwards from beneath it all.
But this is only a theory of equivalent locations written in conjunction by Zul’s anthropologists and The Tomb’s Manticore Boy archaeologists. Travel between Zones can be a risky business for Civilians, even with rail and road systems, and the size of Menagerie is immense, so exact relative locations are uncertain. And much of what the world was like in the centuries before . . . is lost. Warped by time, corporations, war, living culture, and digital artifacts. So maps by the MTA often show a simplified and compressed view of the city.’
Fantasy of the future
(Part I)
There are massive warships. Things that are the size of stations but that can move more swiftly through hyperspace and real space than any other object created by humans or gods. They're not like the warships you imagine, they're like entire divisions of the military, some of them have the populations of small planets, the largest of them have populations higher then earth had before industry came to it.
It only takes one of these ships to comquor a system. Though they often have smaller ships swarming them, like the microorganisms on your skin. And when they fight eachother, holes are torn in hyperspace, and heavily bodies become asteroid belts. Even the weapons that can destroy planets can't take ships like this down in one hit.
Inside the ships are entire societies, of humans, cyborgs, robots, and strange organisms generated by human science. Many of them soldiers who exist to serve as the ships troops, especially since a boarding action is the fastest way to take them down, but many are there for other reasons. You need an entire society to support a ship like that and all the troops it can carry, from workers who maintain the ship, to traders who bring new recourses on, to artists and teachers and lawyers and all the other things that end up as needed when there's that many people.
Some of these ships are so large and so deep that there are people on there who've never seen the world outside their machines of war. And some isolated parts of those ships, who've been within the depths of the endless machinery for so long, that they've lost contact with the more outwards facing parts of the ship society. Tribes and towns within the dark mechanical labyrinth who don't know they're on a warship, who don't even know planets exist.
And they say, that as the loyalty of a ship fades from the empire that built it, that the ship may come to be controlled by many nations, vying for control of the ship's flight. They say that within the depths of some war ships, wars are fought.
Van, in the future: So Secretive Plotter’s identity is…
Kim Dokja: Yes.
Van: *recalls the times he got sponsored by Secretive Plotter for hitting Yoo Joonghyuk*
Van: …
Van: Do you perhaps have hatred toward yourself-
Yoo Joonghyuk: *glares*