Crowbars and Mechs: A Futuristic Guide to Romance
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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5
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Crowbars and Mechs: A Futuristic Guide to Romance
((Author's Note: Ok, firstly: the title and description may change a bit. They were sorta shoddily thrown together because I'm not in the creative mood tonight. Secondly, hi. This is my own original universe which I created. Some elements in it may seem familiar and for that I apologize. It's not really meant to be an epic, just something I am throwing together for entertainment.
If you don't like it? Sweet, leave feedback. If you love it and want more? Even better, leave feedback. If no one leaves feedback after a while I'll just stop updating and keep this in my own personal logs. I hope someone enjoys it though. D: Ummm, I think that's about it for now. Enjoy. ))
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In the year 2132, after the third global war that wiped out nearly all of the southern hemisphere and caused massive flooding to threaten even those superpowers in the north, it became quite clear that Earth would soon be unlivable. With a global economy that had been faltering since the early turn of the century and various nations throwing around their militaries willy-nilly, what happened soon after was almost being begged for. For a long while, it was as though the world theatre was gathered around one or two, staring with unblinking eyes and just waiting for one of them to push the big red ‘Fuck Everything’ button. It was China who mustered up the balls.
They nuked North America in 2139. By then the rich had already bought passage off the planet years before to one of various established space stations, many of which were populated solely by unrecorded alien species. The smart stowed away in the wheel-wells. But as for the damage? One hit New York, another hit San Francisco, and the third landed smack dab in the middle of Texas. No one within say a hundred mile radius of these impact sites survived. Probably more distance than that but honestly it’s all been convoluted word of mouth passed down. Mind you, it’s only been about two generations. We humans live a lot shorter now that we’re not the top dog at the end of the food chain. My name is Charlie Foster and I am descended from the Americans that are rumored to have ruined the planet for everyone. As you can imagine, we are not so well accepted among our own species anymore.
Most of the remaining humans live here, on Caildun 4. There’s probably a coupla million of us spread like thin butter over the world. It’s a shitty planet with shitty laws and an even shittier enforcement system. Basically we have a universal ‘leadership’ race- the Lasdaarii. I’ve yet to see one for myself. They’ve never in my lifetime come planetside but that’s probably because they have their lapdogs here to do the dirty work for them. I am referring of course to the Iron Wolves, a detachment loyal to the Lasdaarii composed of humans and some cooperative aliens. Personally I think they are little more than boys given some shiny great big toys to play with. I’ve seen the way they handle their equipment and it’s disgraceful. Like fresh-out-of-cowboy-school bronco breakers. Feh. I hear most of them are the sons of the wealthy, out to torture us slavers purely because their table-tennis paddles are all broken. There aren’t a whole lot of them- they patrol through about once a week to make sure we’re not rutting in the streets. What I don’t understand is that they still retain a vague sense of religion, like their sparkly tin and nice boots make them closer to heaven than us sweat-stained peasants.
Enough about those overgrown peacocks. What else can I tell you..? Ahh, the planet. Caildun 4 itself is quite the exquisite shithole. We are this planet to mine translith. Well some of us are, I suppose the whoring district has nothing to do with mining. But those of us who don’t want to spend our life spread out for Iron Wolves and tourists to righteously plunder.. we mine. Translith is an odd substance. It’s not nearly dense enough to be wood but it’s not light enough to be cloth. It will stretch if you gather enough of it and pull it apart, yet it’s used to make mech shells sturdier and it doesn’t decompose. There is precious little of it left here that we humans are able to get close to.. It’s hot enough on the damn surface if you can imagine spending your day in an oven flailing around with a shovel. To make it all worse, the whole place is humid despite its distinct lack of vegetation. This would be because of the lovely steam vents that dot the planet’s face. As annoying as they are, they’re necessary to power our machines and such. I’ve found them particularly useful for my.. well. You’ll see. Until then, may you be swimming in Lith and safe from the Wolves.
-Charlie
If you don't like it? Sweet, leave feedback. If you love it and want more? Even better, leave feedback. If no one leaves feedback after a while I'll just stop updating and keep this in my own personal logs. I hope someone enjoys it though. D: Ummm, I think that's about it for now. Enjoy. ))
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In the year 2132, after the third global war that wiped out nearly all of the southern hemisphere and caused massive flooding to threaten even those superpowers in the north, it became quite clear that Earth would soon be unlivable. With a global economy that had been faltering since the early turn of the century and various nations throwing around their militaries willy-nilly, what happened soon after was almost being begged for. For a long while, it was as though the world theatre was gathered around one or two, staring with unblinking eyes and just waiting for one of them to push the big red ‘Fuck Everything’ button. It was China who mustered up the balls.
They nuked North America in 2139. By then the rich had already bought passage off the planet years before to one of various established space stations, many of which were populated solely by unrecorded alien species. The smart stowed away in the wheel-wells. But as for the damage? One hit New York, another hit San Francisco, and the third landed smack dab in the middle of Texas. No one within say a hundred mile radius of these impact sites survived. Probably more distance than that but honestly it’s all been convoluted word of mouth passed down. Mind you, it’s only been about two generations. We humans live a lot shorter now that we’re not the top dog at the end of the food chain. My name is Charlie Foster and I am descended from the Americans that are rumored to have ruined the planet for everyone. As you can imagine, we are not so well accepted among our own species anymore.
Most of the remaining humans live here, on Caildun 4. There’s probably a coupla million of us spread like thin butter over the world. It’s a shitty planet with shitty laws and an even shittier enforcement system. Basically we have a universal ‘leadership’ race- the Lasdaarii. I’ve yet to see one for myself. They’ve never in my lifetime come planetside but that’s probably because they have their lapdogs here to do the dirty work for them. I am referring of course to the Iron Wolves, a detachment loyal to the Lasdaarii composed of humans and some cooperative aliens. Personally I think they are little more than boys given some shiny great big toys to play with. I’ve seen the way they handle their equipment and it’s disgraceful. Like fresh-out-of-cowboy-school bronco breakers. Feh. I hear most of them are the sons of the wealthy, out to torture us slavers purely because their table-tennis paddles are all broken. There aren’t a whole lot of them- they patrol through about once a week to make sure we’re not rutting in the streets. What I don’t understand is that they still retain a vague sense of religion, like their sparkly tin and nice boots make them closer to heaven than us sweat-stained peasants.
Enough about those overgrown peacocks. What else can I tell you..? Ahh, the planet. Caildun 4 itself is quite the exquisite shithole. We are this planet to mine translith. Well some of us are, I suppose the whoring district has nothing to do with mining. But those of us who don’t want to spend our life spread out for Iron Wolves and tourists to righteously plunder.. we mine. Translith is an odd substance. It’s not nearly dense enough to be wood but it’s not light enough to be cloth. It will stretch if you gather enough of it and pull it apart, yet it’s used to make mech shells sturdier and it doesn’t decompose. There is precious little of it left here that we humans are able to get close to.. It’s hot enough on the damn surface if you can imagine spending your day in an oven flailing around with a shovel. To make it all worse, the whole place is humid despite its distinct lack of vegetation. This would be because of the lovely steam vents that dot the planet’s face. As annoying as they are, they’re necessary to power our machines and such. I’ve found them particularly useful for my.. well. You’ll see. Until then, may you be swimming in Lith and safe from the Wolves.
-Charlie