Things are not what they appear in the Cognitive Network
The Electric Coil Rifle, a staple of magnetic weaponry, and a standard by which such weapons are measured.
First Impression: a weedy military man
30 power armors, hardsuits, and avatars from the Cosmic Era.
There are three types of powered armor: Hardsuits, Power Armor, and Avatars
A marine version of the construction hardsuit. Excerpted from the Abridged 30 Power Armors sub
Extracted from the 30 Powers Armors submission, caught in development hell
Power armor suits manufactured for the Atlantic Federation by the Union Aerospace megacorp.
The Fleabirds are a group of people indigenous to North America who have rejected the collectivism and sedentary lifestyle inherent in the Cosmic Era. Rather than living in the gleaming arcologies, steaming geofronts, or the great heaps of the urban rims and favelas. Rather, they live in caravans that travel the countryside of the continent.
the three pillars of robots
The plague of the Petroleum Era, the true bane of organized government
In the Cosmic Era, the proliferation of arcanotech, cyborgs, robots, parapsychic threats, black market weapons, new illegal drugs constantly hitting the market, all backed up by large organized criminal syndicates, the average police officer doesn't stand a chance.
The first Renaissance was kickstarted by the Crusades and trade, the second Renaissance was fueled by a looming global crisis and international cooperation
The PCC is the second largest religion in the Atlantic Federation.
Also known as automatics, dummies, skinnies, and mannikins.
Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era
Genimals are the stock and trade of BioCreches and one of the foundation technologies of the biosphere repair effort
Do me a favor, stay dead this time.
One of the side effects of the rampant cloning and genetic augmentation in the Cosmic Era is the slow emergence of genetic castes.
The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era
The characters are wandering through the bustling crowds of Lasopolis. A street conjuror is performing a simple summoning spell, something for the kiddies. A bit of odious purple powder in the fire, an incantation and out pops a saak-lizard or a muhmentarsh, writhing from the flaming brazier. But the conjuror has only a poor grasp of the arcane magical tongue. A few stuttered syllables could lead to Other Things coming through the brazier and giving the crowd more entertainment than they had paid for...