No Robot
It is war! Not one I wish to fight but one I must to survive. Transhumans vs Pure-Fleshers. An old word has been reborn. A racial slur used against use, “Robot”. Its meaning, we are dumb, emotionless and meant to be controlled. A collation has been formed against us called “The Return”. They are spreading their message fast against use. Diplomacy has faltered. The government has split. Time for talk is over. Only battle will prove who is in the right.
Steam City
Welcome to Steam City, the warmest place on the planet! There are two levels to a city on this frozen planet, the one above and the one below. The above part is like any other city. There are buildings, churches, stores and streets. Below are catacombs of pipes channeling water and melted snow to large boilers heated by the planet’s magma layer. Steam is created and used to power and heat the city. Pressure is relieved via big black vent towers, or in Steam City to also activate the musical pipes within the clock tower.
Howlers
Howlers are frightful savage wolf-like beasts. They hunt in packs and tend to show no kindness to anything but their own. They are man-eaters and consider Pig-men a delicacy, but in truth they will eat anything with flesh.
Mass Transit
Blazing across frozen ice roads with built-in continuous tracks this locomotive carries goods and people from New Steam City to Gritty Lung Island and then all the way to Throats Holes. It is the most comfortable way to travel across the cold tundra despite the occasional Howler attack and the Leviathans breaking through the ice trying to swallow it!
Tundra Crab Attack!
Two heroes defend themselves from a Tundra Crab that attacked them on the way to New Steam City! Will they survive? Of course! They are heroes for Pete’s sake!
Ice & Steam Logo
“We come from the land of ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.” Robert Plant
Here is an idea, another fantasy world trapped within my mind. I wish to share it with you. Maybe one day it can grow, become more than just an idea. Alas I am just an ordinary fellow. My writing ability limited, my talent for art the same. I would need help from a talented pool of individuals to get it where I would like to see it, alive in the minds of others.
It is a Victorian age world. Technology and science are on the rise, but the world is trapped within an ice age caused by an asteroid knocking the planet of its axis. The asteroid has deposited strange metals on this planet, aiding with technological advancements and science.
The science of this world can be described in one word, Steampunk! The inhabitants of the planet have drilled down into the planet’s magma layer in order to stay warm. They use the plentifully ice and heat to create steam to run their machines and keep them alive.
There are four major races on this planet. The tough sturdy Ape Men, The once rich ruling class Pig Men, and humans. Some of the humans though tend to carry on traits of animals, like the butler that looks somewhat like a penguin or the sultry female lady of the night that looks and catlike.
The other race is the Howlers, a humanoid wolf-like race of savages. They have a primitive mind but a strong hunger for meat. The Howlers and the other monsters of the frozen waste land can cause major grief for anyone caught outside the protection of Steam Cities.
There are other tidbits that make the world interesting, like the Ape Men where was slaves of the Pig Men. There are undead ghosts that linger in the cold winds ruled by an evil undead king, and let us not forget the giant glowing jellyfish and can be tamed to carry baskets full of people and goods across the frozen icy tundra.
Carry News
“Close the doors, put out the light
You know they won’t be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don’t you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true
They carry news that must get through
They choose the path where no-one goes
They hold no quarter,
They hold no quarter.
Oh…”
Out From The Cold Sea
This Big Jellyfish has decided the cold arctic ocean is no longer where he wishes to be. He swims through the air now and will hunt whatever he finds on land. Isn’t evolution something?
Marooned
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I am no longer a captain. Instead I am marooned in sector 39 with other Transhumans. We are to stay here until the NET is back up and safe for us to connect to again. Truth is the NET is up, we are just not being allowed to connect! Rumor is the e-virus that infected us came from within our own government. There is also a Movement made of Pure-Fleshers, called “The Return” lobbying high officials to ban the use implanted interstellar modems within the brain. We are stuck between the Devil and the deep blue sea. Any outspoken resistance may spark fear the virus is still active, but complacency will surely doom us and we will no longer be treated as human.
The Tragedy
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It has been some time since my last entry. A terrible tragedy has happened. An unknown evil has released an e-virus that swiftly infected a large segment of the Transhuman population, pitting us against each other as well as the Pure Fleshers. If not for a few strong-willed cyborgs creating a vaccine, all types of humans may have disappeared from the universe. Unfortunately the whole population of human identities that existed purely within the NET are dead, never able to speak again. In order to prevent their infected collective consciences from taking command of all Starships and attacking Earth, the data frame that held them was destroyed. The Government leaders (mostly made of Pure Fleshers) ordered all backups to be erased due to possible infection. This was an act of fear, but evidence is showing it was just.
I myself resisted by disconnecting myself from the NET. It was done to late. I eventually succumbed to the virus. The computer part of my brian shouting to my flesh, KILL and DESTROY! I was stopped by my crew thankfully.
The NET is down and will remain so until it is checked for threats. All Transhumans have been removed from duty until further notice. I fear we may never be trusted again.
