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On the Megalopolis of Aeolis, the major holding of the Panterra Corporation on Mars. The Bio-Carcass pilot does his routine maintenance on his Carcass, he has been licensed by the Panterra Corporation to operate within the parameters of Aeolis, but more importantly he has been contracted to raid in the territory of the Albion Corporation.

Proud of his Carcass the pilot inspects it diligently, he crawls into the cockpit, the interface tendrils plug in to his body via his multiple ports, he is submerged in the Ambiotic Fluid as he is consumed by the Carcass. The biomechanical construction raises up as the catapult system counts down to deployment. The Pilot and Carcass are one now, he feels all and sees all, 200 years ago at the start of the 21st century, such a creation was only science fiction, but this is hyper reality.

A Wonderful Life

"The time has come to acknowledge the transient nature of the fading global order, the last vestiges of a dying worldview have over stayed their welcome. They are stopping the true potential of human expansion into the stars, acting like chains keeping us grounded to this battered world. We have set aside our differences for the betterment of the Earth and Humanity, we the Corporations that saved the Nations from the aftermath of the third and final World War. We will see to the stars now for new opportunities, we will sow and reap the rewards and through this we will restore Earth. All we ask is for you to step down now, for the future is no longer yours."~ Alexander Talos, Speech addressed to the United Nations on the eve of the Seven Day National Dismantlement War. December 29th 2100.

The Blue Hour

Somewhere in the sprawling residential districts of the Lunar ecumenpolis, a man walks alone across the vast and endless pathways of the recreational area. He is looking to spend his hard earned script on anything that can make his shot neurons feel again. He had already pushed and pulled himself in and out of the flesh melding orgy pits, he had already experienced the body encompassing sensation of neural detachment, a procedure in which the spine and brain are temporarily detached from the body, maintaining a connection via the nervous system. He had taken all known substances and brain altering chemicals available to him, he had indulged in the blissful unreality of the Hyper Network, he had done it all. Yet he was still searching for something more, he found a new neuro-systemic enzyme, a substance that is said to be able to produce an out of body state, his connection described it as something akin to a "spiritual" journey.

The Blue Hour it was called, it wasn't pleasure or ecstasy he felt, it was a feeling of being washed away by a deep current of sorrow and shame. It was a longing, a deep depression.

The Widows Gambit

As the first Taloite Jihad reached its zenith in 2387, the Corporations had unleashed several Bio-Horrors across the inner system, but it would be the machinations of the Zeta Corporations that would bring an abrupt end to the First Jihad. With the creation of Vilephage Virus, a deadly bioweapon capable of killing any Organoid. It was deployed, as the vessel transporting it from the Asteroid Belt to a Zeta installation on Phobos. It was intercepted by a skirmish between the Panterra and Talos Corporations, when the vessel was destroyed the Vilephage spread rapidly, consuming everything in its path. It would take a coordinated effort from the Corporations to push the Vilephage Vessel out of the Asteroid, permanently condemning the Outer Colonies. Zeta Corporation would be obliterated by the combined efforts of the Corporations shortly afterwards.