A very low key, almost completely unknown branch of the Atlantic Federation central government
The Neam Octillio is a crystal data matrix that contains and estimated 10 to the 27th power pages of data, all sourced from the Imbrian dynasty
An Imbrian data cube that houses the formula and schematics for creating a psychic beacon
A large portable data drive that contains all the vital information for creating human clones
The pursuit for immortality is over, eternity is now.
The core of every clever machine is the machine cortex, the droid brain.
The research and development process is often a lengthy and arduous one. In the Cosmic Era, it is often just a matter of time and luck to see who breaks the next barrier in arcanotech.
Pioneering new vistas in technology, the Kanmusu are sentient autonomous ships.
The virtual battlefields of the of the Cosmic Era
Also known as A10s, synaptic amplifiers are both tools for cognet interface and fashion statements
The first documented virtual illness.
The virtual police/help function of the CogNet
Also known as PPI or Brain Pumping.
The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.
Borrowed from Battlestar Galactica
Once the purview of sci-fi and dystopian literature, rule be machines is increasingly becoming a goal of the Cosmic Era
A variation of Man/Moment/Machine (NPC/Plot/Item)
The study and application of technology and human activity
A class of cybernetic prosthetics worn over the face
A curious piece of technology that is both disturbingly retro-horror and cutting edge arcanotech, the head in a jar.
Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool.
Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way.
Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again!
Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.