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  Blast off on a wild space adventure! We're crammed into our battered little Subi spacecraft, heading to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum. Our mission: to reach the ocean planet of Oceanus Station. Join us as we station-hop through space, in a calamity of errors, as intrepid space tourists.  Script Our battered Subi spacecraft, a relic of pre-Collapse Jump engineering, groaned under the weight. Myself, BK, and Katcha, the genetically modified spoodle with its enhanced olfactory sensors, along with enough protein paste to outlast a minor vacuum breach, were crammed inside.  A brand-new Brass Monkey cryo-unit hummed in the boot, our lifeline for the long haul. Our mission: a jump from Beagal's orbital dock to the dusty outpost of Outpost Aurum, a waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station, a planet known for vast oceans. Outpost Aurum, a rumoured oasis of functional grav plating, was our first target. Beagal's orbital dock was a pressure cooker of recycled air and stal...

Fallen from a Great Height

 


The Descending Fog

It is not the misadventure of accidentally falling in.
Or the fear of being pushed in.
It is the normalization of staying in.
And losing the courage to climb out.

When nothing seems worth the effort.
We keep our secrets and despairs silent.
And foolhardily flout stupidity as optimism.

A leap of faith.
A whisper on a breeze.
A gust of wind.
A beam of light.

The disparities of wealth and power,
Have enabled growth-based failure.
What is mine,
Has prevented us from taking urgent action.
On the significant global issues.

The first impact on the biosphere.
The second impact on the biosphere.
The third impact on the biosphere.
The fourth impact on the biosphere



Aura Sylle and Tartarus

These doors open to the deep abyss.
To the land down under.
Where a royal corrections corporation kick-started a nation.
For more profit.

With bonuses for doing better.
Proving yourself acceptable.
With space to innovate.
Within an over-incarcerated population.



The distress of the unknown 
Tethered to aspiration
Our capacity to accommodate new experiences 
To gain prosperity 

The anxieties.
The fear
The panic

Empires employing strategic savagery
By whipping up emotions
Enabling political disinformation
To exploit with power 



From One Portal to the next Hole

Imagine traveling.
From one portal to the next hole.
Perpetually recreating social divisions.
For reasons of power and profit.

Acting no differently.
From any century to any other millennia.
From the traditional Sunday drive to a once-in-a-lifetime space voyage.
Never really escaping the fear of continuous disruption.
Even when foraging on an opportunity. 
And even those unregulated. 
Who feed on the deadwood.

Aura's Portal

Godly firmness.
Solid and incorruptible.
Earth's protective shield.
Of mannered greatness.

There is a portal.
A looking glass.
Which forms.
At a point in time.
Where formality and ceremony can converge.

Through which
Only the slightest breeze can travel.
In the form of gloriously beautiful light.

To accompany Aura. 
Through the nothing.
Be nothing.

Under her command.
Change yourself.
Moving along.
And proceed as orderly succession. 
To incessantly hunt those things. 
Those that are not as they should be.
Down to your own demise.




Fallen and Weaponised

Our attempts to regain paradise.
Disregarding humanity warnings. 
And the anticipation of pathos.

Communications constrained to political cliché.
And powerful abilities to monopolize.
The determined playing field is prepared.

For the
Civilian deaths.
Torture.
And assassinations.

The justification and cause are set.
Those who question are placed on the fringe.




We have fallen from a great height
From this height.
The greens look greener.
The shadows are darker.
The streets are uncongested.

The city is empty.
But still, we chose to fall.




Circe Shadow and Forgotten Histories

If the tales are true.
And what is known is unsettled.
All of the unconsecrated burials.
And the bastard children holding.
Are not forgotten.

Under the crushed to modernize.
The inhabitants still return to roam.

No matter what drugs and incantations.
Are deployed. 
To hide their original shape.












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