Zeo Genesis Travelogues
Greetings, star-nomads! You can call me Trev. (You can also call me Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway III, but I’d rather you didn’t). I’ve left behind my shallow executive existence to explore the Hundred Suns, to re-connect with insignificant voiders just like you. These are my travels. You’re welcome.
“Concord Four was fully-functional and fragrant, exactly like home. Tedious. Sinope arco-sphere, however, was falling apart and fishy: intriguing! One of many arco-spheres on oceanic Ceto, Sinope’s a globe-contained city atop the sea. I’d come from Krulgor Kapital, Krulgor, for King Krulgor’s one-hundred-and-seventy-eighth domination anniversary. Frustratingly functional, too, but I did witness a stunning gladiatorial upset.”
“It gets better, though! A high-profile public inquiry was opened into the disappearance of Minthe arco-sphere eight years ago. Whipped up by media agitators, debate rages over a possible cover-up.”
“Through my unfailing oddball-attraction ability, I met an...eccentric...inventor. Crafter of structures strange and small, grotesque, leaky, monsters, the bearded boffin claims to know Minthe’s location. He repeats his catchphrase, ‘Who does? Dan does!’ incessantly, but we get along very well. Another score for the oddballs.”
“Currently, however, Dan doesn’t. Creating his submarine, which looks A) also flight-capable and 2) seventy-five percent rivets, used all his creds. Luckily for him, this broadcast’s brought to you by the Kind King Krulgor Administration, meaning I could afford to fill ’er up.”
“After two days of Dan playing some of the worst, yet most enjoyable, vids on geriatric cazzette media, faith was rewarded. Miraculously, Minthe now nestles on the seabed. Through a story requiring more time, when calamity struck, messianic Daggun appeared, bioengineering those possible to survive underwater during Minthe’s slow sink. Now calling themselves ‘phibs,’ they believe Daggun an immortal demigod—however, they’re extremely welcoming! All the kids are darling! Daggun’s giving us the tour, informing us that while phibification rendered birthrates infinitesimal, they’re making lives as subaquatic scavengers, reporpoising their arco-sphere to suit them. Can birthrates be so meager? Look at all the children! Anyway, here’s the next stop...on...the…”
“Y’know, this looks like an operating theater, doesn’t it… Dan? How are you breathing sans helmet? What do you mean I just need to watch the remaining vid sequence so my mind welcomes the change? Dan, you phibber!”
“...”
“Ge—”
“...”
“—ands off—”
“...”
“—ucking—”
“...”
“—sealed inside the sub, but it’s caught in their net. It’ll take hours to cut out and they’re massing all over me. Daggun’s there, too, right behind the sub. Funt, propellers haven’t enough blow to push free. This sucks. Wait…they suck! Hey Daggun, you can be my chum!”
“Now they’ve seen their messiah liquefied, their sudden crisis of faith should last long enough for me to cut free.”
“Stay zippy, star-nomads…”
- Sinope arco-sphere
- Population: 568,996
- Governmental system: democratically elected chancellor, sub-chancellors, and chamber chancellors
- Territories: Sea of Missed Opportunity, Stretch Reverse Sea, Unready Straight, Pizzanic Ocean, the Muldroons
- Maximum speed: 8.4 noyles
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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