It brings to mind those old epic Marine recruitment ads from the 90's/2000's.
...which, I suppose is highly appropriate given the universe in question.
Which, smh, could just be a sign of that fangy devil, Ol' Georgie hisself, my Unreliable Narrator
, like what they did with that old comic Stalker
from '98. I kinda hope that won't be the case, but in general, I loved to be surprised. So I won't knock it, 'til I've tried it. Personally though, I reeeaaally want the story to take place during those dark anarchistic times of that century of darkness following the Great Deletion.
If the virus swept across the sphere of humanity, like an intelligent living digital plague, akin to Silver Smile, it would have reduced every colony across the Network into lawless chaos. One could only imagine, some ordinary day, people everywhere going about their business, moving at their gravity driven hypervelocities, surfing through their superluminal layers of spacetime, secure in the knowledge of their mastery of the heavens. But on this auspicious day, every single human ship and orbital station across the full span of our exceeding reach, some 500 or more light years in every direction from Old Mother Sol, simultaneously opening. Each and every hatch and linked-in coupling; Beep. Click. Swooosh. And then there was no more dominion of man. Imagine the aftermath of something like that. Some 200 or more colonies of humanity, each descending into its own particular and nuanced flavor of technologically catalyzed hell.
Sure, there'd be outliers, pockets of luddites, space bound preppers, their paranoia finally vindicated, and they may very well be just fine for a while, that is until the vacuums of power start filling in once more. From there on out it's all Mad Max and Necromonger cults, space-faring gigachurches sailing in on massive conversion arks, just waiting to bring the light of the TrueTrue to every still living world full of the great unwashed sinners. Not to mention the actual plagues cutting swathes through those last vestiges of survivors, hope you've got some hardcopy med texts lying around, and close at hand. And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? All the while, our old chitinous fams down there, oozing and clicking away in the basement, just waiting for that one right stone to be lifted up by just that one right person. Sigh... one can dream.
But I been tricked before, and lurking ever in the shadows is that Ol' Georgie just waitin' once again, to unreliably narrate our precious could-be hours into old wooden coulda-beens ones.
But we shall see. In truth, every one of these authors are rad for doing what they do, and regardless of one's destination it's always fun seeing the path one takes to get there. Over the years some incredible stories have come from the most unlikely of places. So yes, regardless; I'm really looking forward to this one.
Give 'em hell, Scott!
Someone jokingly said to me that the big twist for this story would be is if this entire story is a DnD campaign played by a bunch of kids who decided to have their characters go into a Xenomorph Hive as part of their in-game story... Admittedly, that would be a good twist. Ha ha ha ha!!
Yasssss! As long as the climactic scene has an homage to Tom Hanks from Mazes and Monsters