Old Maps and Detours
Description
Join us on an epic space adventure aboard the "Subi Compact 2-seater," a pre-Collapse Jump relic of a spaceship!
🚀 We’re following Katcha the spoodle’s charted course from Rumour Mill Station, braving the hazards of the Necropolis Corridor, and even making a detour to the mysterious "Where All Machines Must Die." Our final destination? The colossal Outpost Aurum on the Behemoth Asteroid! Expect celestial traffic jams with star-swallowing cruise ships, encounters with relics of ancient spacefarers, and the thrill of exploring uncharted territories. Buckle up for a journey filled with humour, danger, and boundless curiosity!
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Transcript
We now travel at speed through countless cosmic scars, our vessels guided by precise, real-time navigational streams. Yet, it is special to go through the archives of old maps. Yes, those faded, brittle space charts on paper. They seem laughably rudimentary now, but I still collect them. These hand-drawn constellations with speculative wormhole entries, often marked with little more than “a great place for a getaway", are so precious. The thrill of discovery smells so intoxicating.
The wonder they evoke! Imagine those first intrepid travellers, their ships nowhere as space-ready as our "Subi Compact 2-seater”. Each blank expanse, each dotted line, represented not just distance, but an unwritten chapter of discovery. They launched into the uncharted corridors of space with only the raw promise of the unknown, their courage a compass, their destiny etched in the very act of venturing forth. Those old charts, for all their outdated lines, whisper tales of true pioneers, of a boundless curiosity that paved the way for our current interstellar wanderings.
The detour of boundless curiosity. After a shot of Kepler Kiss and Cosmo's bark, we shot from The Rumour Mill Stopover, eager for adventure. Our Brass Monkey hummed, but the universe had a curveball: our Subi hit a celestial traffic jam. Trapped behind a colossal cruise ship, its bulk swallowing stars, we slowed to a tiny speck in its wake.
"Subi Compact 2-seater, you are obstructing a Class-A recreational vessel. Initiate immediate reverse thrust or face punitive fines and a mandatory re-education course on galactic traffic etiquette."
Subi, threw itself into reverse faster than a startled space cockroach. After a respectable, 'I'm-not-causing-any-trouble' distance was established, we nudged forward again, engaging the takeoff procedure with the kind of caution usually reserved for defusing ancient Egyptian booby traps.
With a mechanical groan the colossal cruise ship shuddered into motion. It was our cue! Subi put the throttle to the floor and we shot forward. The cosmos was ours again, once we could overtake a cruiser blocking our way.
With a mechanical groan that sounded suspiciously like a disgruntled space whale, the colossal cruise ship finally lumbered into the cosmos. Subi, our trusty little tin can, responded with the enthusiasm of a caffeinated office worker, slamming the throttle down. We shot forward, finally free to explore the vast expanse, just as soon as we navigated around the star-swallowing behemoth.
Keywords
Space Travel, Sci-Fi Adventure, Sci-Fi Art, Starship Journey, Necropolis Corridor, Outpost Aurum, Behemoth Asteroid, Rumour Mill Station, Space Traffic Jam, Old Space Maps, Where All Machines Must Die, Arthouse
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