A Moriarty Rampancy is a class five computer virus, with Class five viruses being threats to national security
A nano-cortex is a computronium fossilization of a human brain
A staple of sci-fi, the holo-projection table
The Anti-Crime Computer is the core of law enforcement and peacekeeping in the Cosmic Era.
In the far future, tiny bots injected into the body can do great good-or great harm, depending on what kind of bots they are.
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 core of every clever machine is the machine cortex, the droid brain.
Also known as A10s, synaptic amplifiers are both tools for cognet interface and fashion statements
The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.
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.
More colloquially known as the avatar, muse, or handle.
Machine, AI, being, God? The best guarded secret of the country of Egypt, Former Earth. One which secured them their galactic future and survival, at the same time, damning them in the eyes of every nation of the Republic for an eternity.
Augscannens are common handheld devices used by security and law enforcement agencies
EPB: when a computer program goes off the reservation and starts having feelings.
A 100-word piece of Sci-fi minutia
A 100-word piece of sci-fi minutia
Last night, your buddy was thinking about calling one of those crazy psychic hotlines, he was really depressed, his girlfriend dumped him, and he wanted some good news. You know they’re all a scam, they give you some advice that could apply to everyone and a large bill to boot. You told him to go for it.
But now he’s missing. All you have is his cell phone, and something is wrong with it. You found it in your toilet today. Yeah, your toilet. It’s got all his old numbers and a few you don’t recognize. You tried to call some, but all you got was a what sounded like a bunch of voices muttering at once. What the hell is going on here?
An old device used for giving the common folk a say in the Elder’s plans that has survived to the modern day.
You pass through a woodland with a floor that seems remarkably clean of debris. Suddenly your attention is drawn to a twisted bit of wood by the trail side, a short broken twig with several stubs of branches along its length and most of the bark missing. When you reach it, the twig blurs and turns into a small brown lizard, caught in the middle of its body-twisting run. The little reptile darts away down the trail with impossible speed, no doubt magically enhanced, and is lost to sight in a moment. Now someone knows you are coming...