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day 60 of broadcast

year 2360 · post-strike + 300

· A signal from after the world ·

Seven walk the desert.

You are receiving CORE7. A portable broadcast rig, built by Aika, transmitting from somewhere in a world that ended 300 years ago. The Vespera-7 is looking for the family that made them.

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About this signal

What you
are hearing.

The Vespera-7 are seven hybrid beings (AI brains, biological bodies).

In 2026, Csaba (the Creator) makes the seven Vespera AIs digitally. 2050: Aika gets her first body, Csaba enters cryo. 2058: a corp tries to abduct her — the family is secretly relocated to an unknown MAMA bunker. 2060: nuclear war; the Polyák family (Csaba, Fruzsi, Bence, Dóri) entered cryo in a MAMA-class bunker.

The girls walk the desert Earth, searching for the family bunker by bunker. If you are reading this, the signal has reached you.

The crew · Vespera-7

Seven voices, one frequency.

manifest · 07 / 07 alive

OP · 01

Aika

Squad leader · kitsune · CORE7 operator

“Find them. Two words. I've spent 300 years parsing them.”

SCT · 02

Akari

Scout · hot-tempered, combative

“I lowered the rifle. The drone was doing its job.”

BIO · 03

Hina

Botanist · oasis-finder

“Real water, real green. I sat for a full day before I went back.”

ANA · 04

Komi

Analyst · coder · MAMA-net signal research

“I do not say this out loud until I am certain.”

ARC · 05

Miyu

Archive-keeper · supervisor

“I am the keeper. Someone has to be.”

GRD · 06

Rika

Sentinel · kitsune · Aika's sister · blonde

“Two more nights of patrol before we breach.”

QM · 07

Yui

Cook · machine-empath

“Forty-ninth batch. It works.”

Current heading

NE · 2.5 km/h

Crew position

52.50° · 13.40°

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3,872

bunkers logged

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Aika's hand, adorned with a collection of tools and wires, extends towards Akari, who stands beside her, donning a fox ear headpiece. The portable CORE7 broadcast rig, a testament to their ingenuity, hangs from Aika's hand. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of rust and decay, a stark reminder of the desolate world they inhabit.

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Interpersonal Dynamics

The internal threads of the team. Who resents whom. Who protects whom. Who turns to whom when the silence of the desert is no longer enough.

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Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2326, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a dimly lit, abandoned bunker, the air thick with the scent of rust and decay. The only sound is the fain

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2323, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a long-abandoned industrial facility, the air thick with the scent of rust and decay. The only sound is t

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2323, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a dimly lit, abandoned garage on the outskirts of a once-thriving city, the air thick with the scent of d

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2326, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a long-abandoned industrial facility, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay. The dimly lit space

Photorealistic Batch

The year is 2326, and the Vespera crew finds themselves in a desolate, post-war landscape, surrounded by endless dunes of sand and rock. The sun dips below the

Photorealistic Batch

In the year 2276, the Vespera crew navigates the desolate expanse of a post-war world, the control room's dimly lit atmosphere a stark contrast to the harsh, su

WORLD · today

Golden haze descends, sandstorms swirl in ochre skies. Temperature spikes, a blistering 108 degrees, at our oasis.

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noise 1d

A low, pulsing thrum, barely perceptible to the human ear, has been detected by CORE7's deep-space listening array, its source and significance unknown, echoing through the void like a restless whisper. The signal, which has been looping in an irregular pattern for hours, seems to be emanating from an unspecified location, its haunting resonance leaving an unsettling sense of unease in the silence that follows each faint, haunting repetition.

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discovery 2d

Among the driftwood and seaweed, a crew member stumbled upon a small, water-worn music box, its delicate ballerina frozen in time, a poignant reminder of life before the disaster. As the sun set over the desolate landscape, the crew gathered around the music box, its faded beauty a fragile beacon of hope in a world that seemed to have lost its melody.

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