Setting
Atomic powered cars jet down highways. Idyllic suburbs with nuclear families and nuclear microwave ovens fill the gaps between civilisation.
Resources are dwindling, the future of this world is bleak. Still, the corporations that run it (SpaceCorp cough cough) assure its citizenship that everything will be fine so long as their consumers remain faithful. Maybe they're right, in a way they don't even understand.
The Cloning Crisis was the last great war here, a battle between the patriotic United Space Navy and its own eerie duplicate. They really just wanted their own independence. The ones who decided to hide away as opposed to fight got it. If they're lucky enough they too can earn their very own slice of Americana.
Resources are dwindling, the future of this world is bleak. Still, the corporations that run it (SpaceCorp cough cough) assure its citizenship that everything will be fine so long as their consumers remain faithful. Maybe they're right, in a way they don't even understand.
The Cloning Crisis was the last great war here, a battle between the patriotic United Space Navy and its own eerie duplicate. They really just wanted their own independence. The ones who decided to hide away as opposed to fight got it. If they're lucky enough they too can earn their very own slice of Americana.
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