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((This story snippet takes place in a distant fictive faerun future, it's outside of any 'present' lore, and has been written purely for my own amusement. If it should be posted elsewhere, feel free to move it and let me know where. Also. Any of you are invited to post in this tread a 'future faerun' snippet yourself if you like :) ))


Sambar Novum / 4747 DR

Discharge tubes filled with glowing gas hummed above the seemingly deserted lower districts. Sambar Novum’s nightscape, thanks to their constant output pulse, glowed eternally like one gentle albeit coolish solar fire. The burning neon truly cast everything in a magical luminescent light which reflected off dark chilly facades and damp windows, off vehicles making them look as if polished, and even off the slightest puddles. Warm yellow, erotic red, palish green and above all coral pink which completely scored out the starry sky, have been an omnipresent reality for as long as she could remember.



Even from afar, the sparkly skyline was without any resistance part of the city’s visual identity. Especially since Lantan’s capital for decades had lured clientele -whom helped safeguarding its wealth and lead- like moths to a flame. Over the centuries, other federations and empires, especially Amn and Chult, more than once had weighed up the possibility and their odds of conquering the Three-Island nation with its state of the art tech. But as a few carefully planned skirmishes had proven, they were no match for the sophisticated island population. Especially once they ran out of resources which literally left them sitting in the dark, whereas Lantan sat on an nearly inexhaustible reserve of power.

Juniper smiled to herself. The Star metal, which sat in Lantan’s belly in the shape of a large meteorite, had been -thanks to the rediscovery of long forgotten alchemical processes and significant meta-engineering-, transformed into the nation’s primary source of wealth and prosperity. She couldn’t blame other lands for being envious, but she could not appreciate nor tolerate their attempts to take over, let alone any arrogant warmongering. She would help her nation always to stay ahead of this, and thus today she was headed to the Bottlesocket facility to receive her upgrades.

After tonight she would be head of its Biotronics departement, and she would have the responsibility to develop new chipsets based on Star metal which could be implemented directly into human bodies. There were reasons enough to assume this together with new algorithms would help communication flow a hundred times faster than the silicon-based integrated circuits of nowadays. More, data links between minds would no longer require a cable-based power grid in order to operate, and finally this last category of data transfer could now run wireless as well.


Juniper looked outside the window. The hover train neared the facility which was funny enough erected on a spot that had been in the family’s possession for thousands of years, and which once had resembled the home of her likewise called ancestor. The research of the Juniper who had lived in the fourteenth century amazingly enough contained essential pieces which oriented today’s approach in the developments of the new micro’s. And all that just cause she had become engrossed by her ancestor’s history after bumping into one of her journals on the Dataspace.

She sighed softly in front of herself. To her, her Ancestor had looked like a hero in a world that was filled with magic. And although the 14th century Juniper had possessed magic, she always had tried to figure out other ways to solve a problem. With Tech for example, which at the time was known as simple ‘tinkering’. Would she have lived right now, she’d likely would have in a rather indulgent way shaken her head at the attempts of those living outside Lantan who attempted to reboot the Weave.

Magic... left the world long ago, together with the gods and outsiders from whom it had derived. Portals were closed and sigils had been destroyed to prevent the Void from eating their world. But there were still believers, people who had no faith in Tech, people who hoped and wished for a better world thanks to things that had actually lead to the nearly extermination of all species. Not that they would succeed. At least not here.

Within her own nation, Inquisitors monitored so called vibrations and derogations in the Datastream, keeping them safe from forces and groupings who were inspired by other ‘passions’. Lantan was a safe nation, but in order to achieve that, a necessary evil had had to be installed. The Dataspace could be accessed by any subject, on the one condition they agreed with the Inquisitors’ meddling. At the expense of this privacy the nation had flourished however, and could with ease take over the world, with the exception of the Great East perhaps.

In the fourteenth century Kara-Tur had been a vast human empire, just like today, and their Imperial Authority could have easily moved its subjects to dominate the entire planet. Their emperor at the current time however found more pleasure in culture and knowledge rather than military expansions. Nowadays was not very different, with the exception that the powerful nation was now in control of Zakhara, the isolated Land of Fate invaded by them a few centuries ago. Said invasion stopped right there, likely also cause of the same lack of resources from which other nations suffered. Nevertheless, the Eastern Dominion was not to be underestimated, and Juniper knew that over the past secrets agents had stolen things from Lantan in order to copy them. The Datastream wasn’t very specific on which.

The train hovered to full stop at the lower levels in the middle of the large dome-shaped facility. She got out and quickly hopped on the platform that would elevate her to the floors above the basements. She smiled as the hatch above her opened with a soft buzz and she was pushed through and into the streaming light and warmth produced by supersized Star engines, an invention which some day would push them into space. Another dream of her likewise called ancestor.

Juniper sat, leaning back, and enjoyed the ride upwards while she enjoyed the sight of the bustling mini city within the facility...

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"Search…  --negative."
The computer produced with a cold artificial response before resuming.
“--Please enter correct keys, or upgrade your clearance.”
Hugh’s law… where the hell am I now supposed to obtain the nitrogen we require, Juniper thought. In liquid form the substance was an efficient cooling medium which helped scaling up memory performance and power. And with it she could produce gallium nitride to further boost the advanced conductors the Bottlesockets wanted to use for the Starship. Synchronisation at hyperspeed for the engines, and superpositioning was essential.

Juniper smiled to herself as she recalled history texts of the time in which her likewise called ancestor had lived. Mechanical devices known as clockworks, had been their only instrument for accurate calculations, and in a way they had formed the foundation for the first dataframes. She closed her eyes and imagined what life must have been like around here during the 14th century.

She pictured the time and place nowadays known as the First Industrial Uprise in which the god Gond was held responsible for rapid developments. In her mind she could almost see glass factories and foundries literally working side by side to develop the next-gen materials, and she could almost sense the joy of the early techsmiths as they discovered deeper in the world’s crust the ores that had been necessary to upgrade their primal steelmaking. Simple machines evolved, pervading the classic metal-work industry as well as other industries…

She reopened her eyes and looked at her surroundings while her hands blindly worked the solutions to have the fluids unlocked and flow to their designated tanks.

Launch Platform Aetheris. A towering sacred-tech site on Lantan main. From her position she could oversee the completion of SV-01 Noctorus, the first craft ever designed to exit the planet’s exosphere and investigate the sun’s failure.

The voice of the Dataspace read out in calm Lantanese intonation:
“Stabilization: Nominal. Fuel cores: Green. Neural lattice: Engaged. All departments report clear for ignition.”
Juniper’s gaze shifted further downwards past the transparent floor. Glittering monoliths of polished alloy rose from the sea below. Warm lights pulsed across the understructure, casting soft halos in the thick morning haze. From up here the water surface looked so calm. As if the ocean seemed to hold its breath.

Her silhouette reflected faintly in the curved glass as she stood silently for a moment. The craft looked like a god-killing spear, faint mist curling about its tip.

All seemed good to go.

Suddenly a shrill warning tone pinged in her earpiece. A second later, someone near her terminal frowned. A line of code, too long and oddly recursive, began repeating in the data feedback loop.
“...feedback distortion in subnet A0-7... verifying integrity... anomaly in biotronic loop... interference detected...”
Juniper’s eyes widened. “Wait… wha…??”

“Shutting down subnet A0-7. I want a full diagnostic dump now.”

Too late.

The screens flickered. A low thrum spread throughout the chamber. Now the lights flickered too… once, twice… and then stabilized.

“Something just rerouted the auxiliary neural stream,” that was one of the engineers, his voice shaking. “We’re locked out of our own override protocols—”

And then a section of the launch structure -supporting arm Epsilon- detonated, not enough to destroy the ship but enough to send a shockwave up the structure and knock everyone off their feet.

The computer voice sounded unyielding:
“Vital subsystem down : atmospheric filtering node not responding.”
“Abort the launch!” A voice came sharp through the speakers. “The bio-nodes are fried!”

Suddenly there was a whisper that entered her comm feed. A voice not authorized, not identified.

You cannot pierce the sky with wire and fire. The Light left us for a reason.

Juniper looked around in shock. “Huh? What? Who is this?”

Silence. The comms dropped.
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Juniper stepped out onto the panoramic glass floor at the top of the launch facility, giving herself a moment before facing the next barrage of diagnostics. From up here, Lantan stretched far beyond the edge of the platform, no longer the quaint island as described in old tomes, but a small continent of metal, glass, and disciplined geometry.




The horizon was a mosaic of steel and neon. Cities rose like nested fortresses, each built upward since outward all boundaries had been reached. The landmass that was Lantan main was completely occupied. Vertical districts stacked in careful layers, connected by suspended tram-lines that glimmered like threads of soft light. High-speed hover convoys glided along aerial lanes, their undersides glowing with controlled gravitational push. Superstructures of brushed alloy scattered all this artificial glow back in hard-edged reflections. As a result of the energy used, massive cooling towers expelled constant trails of harmless vapor.

When her gaze drifted farther inland, she spotted the colossal Spindle Array. What once was a myth of engineering ambition, now thanks to the Bottlesocket Enterprise rotated lazily, its spokes harvesting atmospheric ions with quiet, eternal patience. To the north, and nearby, the capital Sambar Novum rose in terraced rings. Its upper towers pierced through the drifting haze, sleek, polished, almost blade-like. The oldest towers still bore faint ornamentation reminiscent of the 14th century. She discerned the geometric engravings, stylized hammer-and-gear motifs, remnants of Gond’s iconography. The newer constructions were stark, smooth, almost ascetic, projecting the cold certainty of a nation that had chosen logic over faith a long long time ago.

Even the oceans paid tribute to Lantan’s technological mastery. In the distance, tide-harvest rigs dotted the water like steel blossoms, their petals rotating to capture kinetic rolls in the waves. The sea itself was dark yet streaked with lines of reflected neon from the coastal megapolis, giving the strange appearance of circuitry laid across the water’s surface. Juniper’s gaze shifted to the ground below her.

Directly below Aetheris, the foundations plunged into the ocean like the roots of a mechanical titan. Layer upon layer upon layer of reinforced alloys descended into the depths, down to where heat exchangers extracted power from underwater vents. Thanks to their faint glow she was able to distinguish submerged maintenance drones navigating the shadows like bioluminescent fish.

She lifted her gaze thoughtfully.

The sky above Lantan was a permanent muted rose, the result of millions of gas-discharge tubes and high-atmospheric filters that illuminated the nation with artificial brilliance even with the sun now dimmed.

The Lantanese had created a world wrapped in its own engineered dawn.

Juniper exhaled softly.

From this vantage point, Lantan truly did look eternal, invincible. A ferric empire of stubborn intellect standing firm against a dying sky. A nation that refused to yield to a fading sun.

And yet…

Someone had touched their systems.

Someone had whispered in her coms.

Somehow, even while surrounded by all this technological might, she felt vulnerable.
Moire Rouge : 'Coins are flat, and are meant to be piled up.'
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Kitty -Less hell, more cat-
Athyna of Apecoe -Titan in progress-
Erickar Avery -More than meets the eye-
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A very thin layer of smog… practically persistent nowadays, still clung to the upper decks of the launch platform when Juniper finally descended the spiral walkway. Technicians and other personnel crossed the catwalks like patient yet persistent ants. Especially Aetheris was a place of meticulous engineering, holy in some ways. Every bolt, every weld, every handheld terminal had been consecrated by centuries of Lantanese tradition.

Her boots rang softly against the phosphor bronze steps as she reached the main concourse.

As expected Dyria was waiting there, arms folded, hair pulled tight beneath a safety hood, her eyes sharp as ever.

“So? You think the subsystem fried itself?” She asked without greeting, direct like always.

She didn’t need more than the scowl on Juniper’s face to confirm it. “This damn place has been twitchy since last thirdday.”

Juniper managed a forced smile. “And a good morning to you as well, Dyria.”

Dyria curtly adjusted her datapad. “Workforce manifest updated. Half the fabrication teams want clarification on the hold order.” Then, quieter: “Some mumble it wasn’t a glitch.”

Juniper felt a chill. “What… do you think it was?”

“A malfunction, a flare of space radiation, someone touching our grid…” Dyria shrugged. “I honestly don’t have a clue myself. And that people talk… well, you know how this place gets before an event like a launch.”

Juniper didn’t answer.

They entered the upper control deck, where translucent holo-screens hovered like drifting lanterns above the present staff.

A tall man with cropped dark hair stood over a console, arms behind his back. Vann looked as if someone poured the soldier out of a mold and then taught him to breathe.

“Master Engineer,” he greeted Juniper. “We swept Subnet A through D. No breaches. But something attempted to access the auxiliary neural line six seconds before the detonation.”

“Any leads on the source?”

“Unclear.” His jaw tightened. “But after investigation it didn’t come from any console on this platform.”

That conclusion sat poorly in the air. Like a storm cloud forming silently overhead.

Movement whirred behind them. A towering, bronze-plated construct stepped up, gears clicking in its chest.

“Sta-tus report,” Rook droned, ancient servos whining. “Sub-sys-tehm A0-7… cor-rup-tion. Un-u-su-al pat-terrrn.”

Rook’s voice always carried the echoes of pre-industrial Lantan. He was the only model left of the last generation of Gondsmen, and half his memory lattice had rusted into metaphor.

Juniper crouched to meet his glowing ocular lens. “What kind of pattern, Rook?”

“Like… some-one… knocking,” Rook said, the word dropping low, almost whisper-soft. “At a door.”

Another shiver crawled up her spine.


A little bit further at the coms terminal, half-buried in cables and spare modules, sat Talian Kestrel.

As was often the case, Talian wore at least three or more layers of mismatched gear. Today’s composition: a thermal tank vest, a tool-belt so heavy it titled his thin frame sideways, gloves with the tips cut off, and large round goggles fitted in oxidized brass atop his messed up hair. His curls stuck out from under the stretch band in chaotic defiance of gravity.

When he noticed Juniper, he froze at first, and then immediately fumbled a handful of datachips.

“Oh, h-hey, uh-uh… Juniper! Good morning! Or midmorning. Possibly late morning? Time’s relative? Anyway, hello.”

Dyria rolled her eyes behind Juniper. “Talian, breathe.”

Clumsy he dropped one more chip before finally standing. “R-right, so! I erh ran simulations on the subnet collapse. The feedback loop isn’t random. It’s recursive. L-like someone wrote a line of code that expected itself.”

Juniper blinked at him. “Wait. What?? That’s… impossible.”

Talian shuffled on the spot, then brightened. “Exactly! That is what I thought myself. Soo… either we’re incredibly unlucky… Or-rr! Someone out there is unreasonably brilliant.”

He blushed immediately as he noticed Juniper staring at him.

“Right…” Juniper mumbled. She looked over when she heard the sliding mechanism of the outer door that gave way to the craft.

Captain Lurea Thannis, lean, quick-eyed, dressed in flight blacks, marched into the control space. She was a military veteran and in charge of the recently founded Exosphere Research Corps, a woman who had the controlled energy of someone who slept only when her work did.

“Your ship almost shook itself loose this morning,” she said to Juniper, a bit abrupt but respectful. “Should I be writing my will now or shall I wait until after the next test run?”

“We’ll fix it,” Juniper replied while lifting her hands. “I’ll fix it.”

“Good. The mission won’t wait politely for us to get our act together.”

Behind the captain a quiet man with a half-shaved head and ocular implants like polished obsidian plates had stepped in. He nodded once to Juniper, but said nothing. Navigator math required intense cognitive focus, and Dero Malk lived half in the physical world, half in continuous probability calculations. He joined Talian at the coms terminal.

The intercom chimed overhead, and a voice sounded pretty final.

All personnel: Launch of SV-01 Noctorus remains postponed. Diagnostics ongoing.

A collective groan rippled through the control deck.

A woman who had entered a little after Lurea and Dero now leaned against the transparent wall, boots crossed. Sira’s grin made her look young, but her service stripes hinted at a long disciplinary record.

“So! Is this the part where we pretend nothing weird is happening around here?” Sira asked. “Or the part where we admit this place seems haunted?”

Vann shot the Flight Sytems Pilot a warning look.

Sira held up her hands in mock surrender.

“Just saying.”

Juniper rubbed her eyes while looking at the main screen.

More delays. More unexplained anomalies. More shadows in the data. More…

Meanwhile she hadn’t noticed Talian had approached her and tapped her arm.

“Hu?”

Talian stepped closer to her, voice dropping almost as if afraid the console in front of them might listen.

“Juniper… about this… recursive code… I think it was communicating.”

She stared at him. “Communicating what?”

He swallowed hard.

“Your… your name…”
Moire Rouge : 'Coins are flat, and are meant to be piled up.'
Juniper : 'Your local tinkerer!'
Kitty -Less hell, more cat-
Athyna of Apecoe -Titan in progress-
Erickar Avery -More than meets the eye-
& Soraya, Jyn R., Bash B., Lux, Rift, Jezebeth, Isabel C., Depheant M., Sona K.
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