A bunker to hold NPCs in the process of having the serial numbers filed off and their programming reset
Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system
Not to be confused with autons, auxons are small machines, 1 to 3 inches in length, that are used for large scale, long term, resource extraction.
The Cosmic Era starts now, in the era of fossil fuels.
You were gone, like dead. I had to work with what I had. But the good news, you look great, and you're still alive!
This... this isn't my hand...
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!
Once a arcoban (arco-urban) chinpira, now a parapsychic burner under the influence of the Neogenecists
Formerly a mercenary lurking around the Silk Road, now the victim of the Neogenecists
The not quite secret factions within the Anunnaki
While not the largest, most profitable, or most cutting edge robotics corp, Trojan has the distinction of being one of the most influential.
The secret horrors of food in the Cosmic Era
The basic economy of the Atlantic Federation
Because calling them armored suits is crass
Autonomous Organic Drone, flesh built robots
Resource harvesting operations in the clouds of gas giant planets
Designed in 1975, the Stanford Torus is a basic space station layout also known as a wagon wheel
Also known as a magnetic fusion drive, or a mega-ion drive.
Relying entirely on A-pods for flight, the Kaze class of aircraft is well known, and the Nipponese Fuijin is the best known Kaze type.
A secret project of the Anunnaki, the first post-human phenoclade
The Neo-Soviet marine biomods
Also known as aquastats or hydrostations, the submersible cities of the Eurasian Alliance
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...