Setting
Now, these many eons after man first stepped into space, they waste away. Where have the Great Inventors gone? Their works remain--a constant reminder of humanities great heights, and subsequent abandonment. Humans come in all shapes, sizes, and colors--many of the relics of by-gone technology being the modification and specialization of individuals. Perhaps the reason human sought such extreme forms of body manipulation came from the continual disappointment and isolation felt from never encountering advanced alien life.
The Cosmos is a twisting hulk of metal and incomprehensible power. It follows a horseshoe orbit in conjuncture with several smaller man-made satellites and moons around a gas giant which orbits a star known as Spira. At one time, the station was equipped with FTL Space-Spinning Tech--an art now lost to the human race. The Station retains it's Astral Web connection to the rest of humanity, but remains several hundreds-of-thousands years travel from the nearest settlement.
The people of Cosmos vary between the Virtch (Virtual Reality Junkies), the Landed (those which have taken or inherited vast estates within the station), the Hermits, the Menial (those who "labor" for entertainment), the Tellects (those who pursue knowledge: often long forgotten), and then Caretakers (those who attempt to learn or maintain the station's systems).