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A harsh and desperate reality in an unforgiving world. A world where history means nothing and the future offers little else but survival. Where freedom and information are severely restricted, where a puppet government serves only to enforce the will of their corporate masters. Where big business rules the roost, and organised crime rules the streets. Welcome to the Island State. Welcome to Metropolitan #8...

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Introduction

 Presumably it had had a real name, once. Possibly, it would have again. For now it was known only as Metropolitan #8, the third largest city in the Island State. Viewed from above it might put one in mind of a cross-section of a star. Roughly circular in shape, the core is bright and vibrant. Here the atoms of humanity trade electrons of currency, generating the scathing neon light of commercialism and transforming themselves into more exotic and, ultimately, heavier elements.

 Moving outside the core, atomic activity lessens and the light emitted does likewise. In this first outer ring we see the commercial and residential areas of the middle classes. This is the main reserve of fuel that ensures the core will continue to burn.

 The next layer sees another decrease in luminescence. Here lie the main industrial areas and residential sections reserved for (or, more correctly, allocated to) the working classes. Electron exchange here is sparse and largely redundant. The star has already taken most of what is valuable.

 There is a darker layer still. Here reside the non-functional, the broken and useless. Shanty towns hide the darker components of the stellar body, all but forgotten on the outskirts of geography and society.

 But wait. If you look closely, and in the right conditions, you will see one last layer. The vast estates of the ultra-wealthy form yet one final outer circle. The corona is visible rarely, and surrounds the star, confining it, controlling it. It disassociates itself from the body that gave birth to it, but ultimately, without the gravity of the star it would be lost and alone in the vacuum.

 The people of the corona, in their freedom and abandon, have forgotten something. When conditions are so desperate, when fuel is scarce, when there is nothing left to eat and nothing left to burn…



 Stars expand.