Most works of fiction that suggest Altair is a welcoming system for life don’t realize that the sun is all wrong for it. There were planets there, but they’d gone downhill long before we found them. After Contact though, we went there with far more advanced Peloran terraforming technologies. It took a few years, but we managed to make them breathable and habitable for humanity. That was when the crazy started. That was when the Voice of Altair thanked us.
The Isle of Britain was a center of advanced computer programming before the Second Great Depression hit. Many of the best colleges in the known world competed in the drive to create true artificial intelligence. Oxford’s greatest creation was Victoria, using what they called an artificial soul algorithm. She passed the Turing tests with flying colors, but we don’t know how. The Jihadist firebombs and EMP strikes killed the programmers and irradiated her databanks.
Yes. Me again. I’m pleased with the general response I’ve gotten on the Forge of Wars rules. They are a good start, and I think I’m on the right track towards making a good game there. My current focus is on finishing my latest story, Angel Flight. It continues the story of Jack, taking place a couple years after his first story. I will shortly be pushing it up to wattpad, if you use that, and will happily send a preview copy to those who don’t.
The Ottoman Empire, defeated by the Allies in World War I, sought to hold onto the remains of its power by bowing to Allied demands. But there was a growing movement of Turkish nationalists who called for an end to the empire entirely. Then Italy and Greece moved to take lands they claimed. Instead of protecting the people there, the Imperial government tried to silence them. Already restive, the people of the Empire were not pleased.
Another planet in the Unity system is devoted to music. I really like that one. You can find examples of every known musical instrument in the galaxy there, and they start the kids playing music in kindergarten. They just love music of all types, and are even happy to see a ridiculous guitar picker like me come around. Betty left a shard behind who teaches high school history there, so I always stop by and say hello. And maybe play a song or two, if they want.