To fly. One of man's oldest and fondest dreams. To soar above like a bird, for the joy of it, to explore, or to strike at one's enemies. It is only natural that magic would be turned towards granting this wish.
The three sacred relics of Ahkti.
The CogNet might be policed by sentient programs and controlled by artificially intelligent super computers, but it is built on top of millions of organic memory cores that function as its host.
The electromagnetic adaptive camouflage system
The Black Death... oh how quaint.
A few plagues to add variety to the lives and deaths of your heroes.
The biggest reason that Amerikka Command survives to plague the Atlantic Federation, the only reason the ACPS hasn't destroyed the Python Pirate Syndicate, is their mastery and sharing of shroud technology.
These are items of great interest to the Players Cult, and show a few potential ways to bring them into a larger campaign.
The First three are of particular interest to one guild over the others, while the final two are vitally important to the Cult as a whole.
One man's ultimate demise could prove another's treasure...Or curse.
Dentures, magic dentures.
Six powerful substances as described by Hachnar the Alchemist
Based off of the Rubik's Cube, the Emote Cube is a banned piece of arcanotechnology
Sometimes, you just want to accept that something tastes good without knowing how it was made.
Magic, by its very nature, would greatly help not just the PCs, but the masses, too. Here are some magic items that the commoners's use.
A toilet that teleports your feces onto the PottyPortal's Poop Hill.
A set of 30 Dwarven Treasures, for finding, or stealing.
By the Cosmic era, almost every part of the human body is replaceable, including of all organs, the brain.
While technically alive, magnagogs have little in the way of personality and are driven via telepathic command.
The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more
The relic of an old Sorcerer, the Glyph of Tarnos Krae is a window into the past.
The Mad Pope is a wandering mercenary. He is very well deranged as he considers himself to be the pontiff of the dominant faith. His robes are tattered, his mitre has seen better days and there are surely lice in his long ratty beard. What sets him apart from most addle-pated would be holy men is that he has armor under his robes and carries a large crossbow and several one-handed swords. While many would discout him as just another lunatic, for some reason, he inspires others around him and has demonstrated the ability to lay on hands and heal the wounded.