Post by badmun on Nov 6, 2019 6:58:53 GMT -6
The murk, dark and foggy. Pressure differences fractures through the sheets, trapped oxygen, nitrogen, hydrogen bubbles, impurities frozen in time, sediment clouds... With some careful adjustments, like a slight tweak here or there, pulls on muscles, he saw past the obfuscation. Ice, ice in all directions. A predator lurked below the surface, through the glacier, not putting an atom out of place in its passing, tail swaying as it pushed deeper. A dim light came from its headlight-eyes, infinitely refracting through the ice and illuminating far more than he intended. It's fine, though, his curiosity was peaked and he wished to indulge it.
There were only a few megastructures, spires interconnected by a systematic lattice of bridges and gantries and conduits. Most of the buildings were smaller, though it was a vertical city opposed to a sprawl. Kari, it was called. Something in the back of his mind was bothered by this... Aircano, Isafaro, Karino? Jherrazad, Kharizad? Kari Valley? Kariton? Bah! It would be better to delve deeper, the names aren't important. The wall was merely a veil blocking vision, it could not prevent his movement. It looked like a kitchen, the word felt foreign to him though it had been programmed into him, new sights and objects and concepts awoke within him as he looked over advanced appliances.
Dude, the stove had an integrated food processor and kettle, it heated pots, skillets and pans through induction, with thermal sensors and a predictive algorithm, cooked to perfection was the standard in this household! The refrigerator was compartmentalized, with LED lamps for whenever the door was opened, a classic design. It had an integrated drink machine, providing chilled beverages from refillable reservoirs designated by programmable symbols on a touch-pad. There was a selection of kitchen knives attached to the wall by a magnet-strip, though some seemed to have been knocked off the wall and trapped permanently mid-fall by whatever catastrophe befell this city. Someday maybe he'd find ground zero, the source of this disaster.
For now, he surfaced, nose pointing upwards and a sudden burst of speed rocketing him through the ice, passing it as easily as someone would pass through air. He saw a vehicle, sleek and compact, a bulging hemisphere in the bottom containing a large, advanced gyroscope. That gyro would allow the vehicle to keep its four rotors synchronized and the vehicle steady in all but the worst situations. Well, all but the worst situations discounting an ice-pocalypse. The driver had tan skin, his clothes a pragmatic two-piece suit of crimson fabric highlighted by gold filigree and a light blue sash across his shoulder. His black hair was slicked back, a grey streak prominent on the left side. A metal plate across the left cheek designated that he, like many of the citizens, was a cyborg, integrating Kari's technology into himself. They must have been like gods, their technology appearing as magic to the primitives of Aircano, Jherrazad and Hallowton... Judging by the look on the man's face, he was terrified. His teeth were grit and his eyes wide and frozen permanently in desperation.
They were caught off guard but it wasn't instant.
Another burst of speed and a single, sleek fin peeked above the surface of the ice, moving at an impressive clip yet not leaving a sign of its passing as it sped along. Where would he go next? To the tower he'd come from? Nope, that's full of skeletons. To one of the other city's maybe? Clash breached the surface again, his full form leaping into the air before landing with a heavy thud, choosing to let his metal body crash down on the solid ice and skid across its rough surface, loudly grinding the topmost lay of water off as he let momentum carry him along lazily.
There were only a few megastructures, spires interconnected by a systematic lattice of bridges and gantries and conduits. Most of the buildings were smaller, though it was a vertical city opposed to a sprawl. Kari, it was called. Something in the back of his mind was bothered by this... Aircano, Isafaro, Karino? Jherrazad, Kharizad? Kari Valley? Kariton? Bah! It would be better to delve deeper, the names aren't important. The wall was merely a veil blocking vision, it could not prevent his movement. It looked like a kitchen, the word felt foreign to him though it had been programmed into him, new sights and objects and concepts awoke within him as he looked over advanced appliances.
Dude, the stove had an integrated food processor and kettle, it heated pots, skillets and pans through induction, with thermal sensors and a predictive algorithm, cooked to perfection was the standard in this household! The refrigerator was compartmentalized, with LED lamps for whenever the door was opened, a classic design. It had an integrated drink machine, providing chilled beverages from refillable reservoirs designated by programmable symbols on a touch-pad. There was a selection of kitchen knives attached to the wall by a magnet-strip, though some seemed to have been knocked off the wall and trapped permanently mid-fall by whatever catastrophe befell this city. Someday maybe he'd find ground zero, the source of this disaster.
For now, he surfaced, nose pointing upwards and a sudden burst of speed rocketing him through the ice, passing it as easily as someone would pass through air. He saw a vehicle, sleek and compact, a bulging hemisphere in the bottom containing a large, advanced gyroscope. That gyro would allow the vehicle to keep its four rotors synchronized and the vehicle steady in all but the worst situations. Well, all but the worst situations discounting an ice-pocalypse. The driver had tan skin, his clothes a pragmatic two-piece suit of crimson fabric highlighted by gold filigree and a light blue sash across his shoulder. His black hair was slicked back, a grey streak prominent on the left side. A metal plate across the left cheek designated that he, like many of the citizens, was a cyborg, integrating Kari's technology into himself. They must have been like gods, their technology appearing as magic to the primitives of Aircano, Jherrazad and Hallowton... Judging by the look on the man's face, he was terrified. His teeth were grit and his eyes wide and frozen permanently in desperation.
They were caught off guard but it wasn't instant.
Another burst of speed and a single, sleek fin peeked above the surface of the ice, moving at an impressive clip yet not leaving a sign of its passing as it sped along. Where would he go next? To the tower he'd come from? Nope, that's full of skeletons. To one of the other city's maybe? Clash breached the surface again, his full form leaping into the air before landing with a heavy thud, choosing to let his metal body crash down on the solid ice and skid across its rough surface, loudly grinding the topmost lay of water off as he let momentum carry him along lazily.