Zeo Genesis Travelogues

“The report of my death is an exaggeration. By my father, assumedly. Nobody knows what happened topside, but down here, it’s a funt farm. Extra appropriate phrase, actually. It’s literally a farm down here. Or was. Five locals ago, daredevil Madeline Hadron and I won a slip racing event, which is very much not a ‘space racing’ event, the finish line being here, Little Aether. Of course, you’ll remember, near the start of my Travelogues I was incarcerated and then jailbroken here. Go back and check if you like. None seemed to notice, so I thought I’d visit this ‘rosies’ mushroom commune. Down in the substructure of the station, they harvest this highly nutritious fungus in great quantities to feed Little Aether’s workers. You could live on it alone, which is fortunate, as three—I think—days ago, there was a catastrophic collapse, trapping us down here. However, after eating nothing but a whole lotta rosies, we’ve all worryingly developed the mushroom’s same red glow.”

“You join me as we’re wriggling our way up through the wreckage of the substructure to the station’s surface. I decided to see where my z-link is dragging me, and it took me to a crevice in the wall. I convinced a few to join me to explore, but it seems we’re all going now. I’m going to look quite the hero if this is going where I think it is! Better do, it’s been driving me favafavs as it keeps blaring, ‘ORGORGORGORGORGORGORGORG…’”

“I don’t know what’s more of a relief, to be almost at the surface, or that the ORGORGORG has stopped ORGORGORG’ing. Here we go, folks! *Cough-cough* We’re…what the…?”

“Listeners, I struggle to describe what we’ve arrived to. The world above, it’s… gone. This was a bustling residential area. Blocks of habs now resemble hills of slag. Talk about scorched earth. It’s almost a different world. It is.”

“I mean, a little gratitude might be in order before they all cracked on with sobbing. Although now I think about it...those habs did house their friends and families…”