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.
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"