#far future

Daybreak at the Ancestor Bough

At the request of my love, @maxine302, I promised to upload this comic on our six month anniversary and roughly 50 years early.

This was such a fun little comic of us depicted as grannies in the far, far future -w-

‘“I’d say don’t move to Menagerie. But there’s not really anywhere else to live . . . Unless you can cross the central wastes. Without being a corpo or an asset. At least the food is kinda good . . . kinda.”

Menagerie, the City of Neon and Flesh, as it is sometimes called, sits on the remains of the North American West Coast. A megacity swath, that of the 43rd century, stretches from the log built over remains of Seattle Washington, to Los Angeles California, to even past Las Vegas Nevada.

In structure many parts of the urbanized autocannibalistic sprawl resemble records of the Kowloon Walled City. Such as the industrial and faithful Irongrimm (Salt Lake City Utah) or the ever decaying Tomb below most of Menagerie. With patches of “clearings", such as the irradiated Westra (Southern California) or agricultural Arcadia (California Central Valley), between them. The massive Portside (San Francisco Bay Area) and much smaller Little Eugen (Portland Oregon) exist as sprawls of their own with not much verticality, while New Tokyork (Las Vegas Nevada) and Zul (Seattle Washington) rise above much of the neon mire. And The Womb . . . writhes upwards from beneath it all.

(Part I)

It only takes one of these ships to comquor a system. Though they often have smaller ships swarming them, like the microorganisms on your skin. And when they fight eachother, holes are torn in hyperspace, and heavily bodies become asteroid belts. Even the weapons that can destroy planets can't take ships like this down in one hit.

Inside the ships are entire societies, of humans, cyborgs, robots, and strange organisms generated by human science. Many of them soldiers who exist to serve as the ships troops, especially since a boarding action is the fastest way to take them down, but many are there for other reasons. You need an entire society to support a ship like that and all the troops it can carry, from workers who maintain the ship, to traders who bring new recourses on, to artists and teachers and lawyers and all the other things that end up as needed when there's that many people.

Some of these ships are so large and so deep that there are people on there who've never seen the world outside their machines of war. And some isolated parts of those ships, who've been within the depths of the endless machinery for so long, that they've lost contact with the more outwards facing parts of the ship society. Tribes and towns within the dark mechanical labyrinth who don't know they're on a warship, who don't even know planets exist.

Kim Dokja: Yes.

Van: *recalls the times he got sponsored by Secretive Plotter for hitting Yoo Joonghyuk*

Van: …

Van: Do you perhaps have hatred toward yourself-