Scene 1 It smells like… time down here. Not just damp earth or rot, but something older. A primal scent that’s been waiting in the dark for a millennium. I’m recording this at the bottom of the scar somewhere in the anomaly. In my mind, it's called the Necropolis Gully . My helmet is trying to map it—casting these sterile, digital grids over the moss and the stone—but the data doesn’t make sense. It’s glitching. It’s shuddering against the reality of this place. I don't know why I'm here, looking at ruins. Just... debris. But in the ruins, I found the ghosts of a future that never happened. I was walking over shards of polymerised memories . This was once a city. It was meant to be the heart of a new world that... simply stopped. It wasn't an engineering failure. It was a failure of existence. Holding that slate, I felt this... weight. The grief of the architect. The "wounds of unbuilt dreams." I realised then that this isn't a graveyard for people. It’...
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Driving in John Brack’s Car
Surrounded by death I was the only one ok
Pumping out.
And breathing in.
Ozone,
Sulphur dioxide,
Nitrogen dioxide,
Carbon monoxide,
And PM10s.
Traffic pollution is killing us.
Backfiring.
Afterburning.
Afterfiring.
Are the common causes.
Of running on richness.
Red Sky Driving
Punctuated by religious motifs.
And deeply superstitious thoughts.
The importance of place and time.
Curses, desires, potions, and talismans.
Refusing to see the danger at hand.
By attempting to overcome the gods in mind.
Driving with the Megalodon
Driving cloaked in and under threat.
Knowing how to survive and prosper.
Proceed into the world chanting.
It could be anywhere.
It could be everywhere.
Avoid and mask any risk of being blamed.
Substitute and shift their attention.
To covertly Inflict physical and psychological harm.
And they will believe in you.
Driving to Alpha Centauri
Once we were driving to Alpha Centauri.
Only 4.37 light-years away.
Once when we were thinking outside the box.
When we became vastly more powerful.
Once we finally released ourselves.
Through a fleet of probes.
Once we find a life-bearing planet.
As we transverse the great vastness.
Driving to Alpha Centauri Hands-Free
We know.
Our auto-drive to resource capital growth precipitates zoonotic diseases.
As we violate the natural habitat with abandonment.
Through our pathogen-inducing factory mindset.
Of continuous unlimited profit.
We have driven into an age of pandemics.
With an invisible hand called reaction.
To handbrake.
To force a capital disaster response.
Through oversupply.
Through supply chain disruption.
Through labor shortages.
To slow global production.
And to reset.
Until the next humanity threat.
Interior Space Assets
Production.
Trying to control the world.
And the people of the world.
Through consumption.
As the world continues to move.
The commodities continue to change.
Caged within.
Human resource and automation.
Cultural resources as assets.
Within their commodity status.
Chained to exponential growth.
As described by the grid.
And the predetermined trajectory coordinates.
Of profit.
y = 2x
Interior Space Fog
You can see the fog.
Big trouble ahead.
Caution Caution.
Danger Danger.
Your family is at threat.
The uncertain perspectives.
When everything depends on you.
Interior Space Passenger and Roo
Driving in John Brack's Car
From out of the fog.
And into our dreams.
From past dangers to the ongoing dilemmas.
What we chose to kill became us our future.
When it was too difficult to stop.
With no want to slow down consumption.
We sold inconvenience as the obstruction.
Death as normalised collateral.
Our road to prosperity is guttered with roadkill.
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As the roadkill proceeds.
From past wrongs.
Hidden dilemmas and white-washed histories.
Our future is not determined to be inclusive.
Not to be obstructed.
Not to be denied.
Prosperity doesn't trickle down.
Prosperity reinforced segregation.
Operation Warp Speed Alpha Centauri
Fractured visions driven by multi lateral public–private partnerships.
All out to acquire the profitable future.
By liberating scientists from the bureaucracy of their parallel universes.
To corporate bureaucracy where industry has the upper hand.
Psychological Anchors The characters thus embody the classic dichotomy between logic/control (BK) and emotion/instinct (JB), a tension that becomes central to their survival when their advanced technology fails and they are forced into the realm of the psychological (the anomaly). They represent two vital, yet opposing, parts of the human response to existential chaos : the attempt to catalogue and talk through the terror, versus the primal urge to act and accept the turmoil. Psychological Anchors video What's the real story behind space tourists BK and JB ? Their identities are in constant flux—changing race, age, and form. Host Alex and guest Dr. V dive deep into this "multiverse" concept to explore the two constant, warring psychologies at the heart of the Subi crew : BK: The ultimate planner, driven by logic and an internal narrator . JB: The ultimate instinct, driven by raw, non-verbal emotion and anxiety . How does a logical mind handle " Paraknowing "—...
The Kepler Kiss A Cosmic Coffee Experience Imagine stepping into a bustling café aboard a deep-space station, where the air hums with the gentle vibrations of starships docking and departing. As you make your way to the counter, your senses are immediately captivated by the aroma of a futuristic beverage—the Keplar Kiss . The Visual Delight Served in a matte-black ceramic mug , the Kepler Kiss is a sight to behold. Its rim glows with a turquoise light, casting an ethereal glow that accentuates the coffee's deep, cosmic allure. The drink itself is a masterpiece, with its surface shimmering like a miniature nebula . Swirls of indigo and violet dance gracefully, interspersed with flecks that resemble distant stars. As you gaze into this cosmic concoction, wisps of steam rise elegantly, forming spiral patterns that subtly mimic constellations. An Atmosphere of Retro-Industrial Sci-Fi The café is a harmonious blend of retro-industrial textures and high-tech sci-fi ambience. The...
Necropolis Gully Ancient Fertility The only sound in the deep quiet of the crevice was the crunch of my boots on the debris-strewn ground. Towering stone walls, draped in vibrant green moss , rose on either side, making me feel like an intruder in a forgotten tomb . My matte-black suit , a product of a future this place could never have imagined, felt profane against the ancient rock . Then I saw it: a weathered, silent figure standing in the path. It was a statue of a woman , carved from the same stone as the gully but shaped with clear intent. Moss crept up its base and clung to its form like a second skin. This impossible artifact, an architectural anomaly in this raw, natural fissure , stopped me. My steady, determined posture belied the storm of questions raging in my mind. The statue stared forward with blank, unseeing eyes, a silent witness to a history I had just stumbled into. My mission was to find my crew, but this place, this silent, stone woman , was a new, un...
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