Atomic_Piggy
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If it all seems a bit vague, don't worry, you'll be introduced the year 12'045 bit by bit 
Chapter 1: Hungover
12'045 AD, Earth, the Solar Preservation Society, the Terran Metaempire.
Gus awoke to a world where the smallest noise was like a freight train smashing into his face. In the darkness of his room, he fumbled around; desperate for the Anti-hangover pills he had put on the desk the night before. He couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. For gods sake they must be here...
His hand brushed over something square and card like. That must be them. In his scrambling he knocked them off the desk. Gus swore.
"Lights on" he muttered, every word making his skull explode. The high-power lights shot on instantly, which did nothing to help his headache. Still unable to convince himself to crawl out of bed, he called out to his Guardian to retrieve the pills. The guardians were incredibly advanced nano-based clouds of foglets. They could do anything from call emergency services, provide directions, protect you, detect intruders, prevent accidents, allow you to communicate telepathically to other users, teleport you across the grid, virtually anything.
The multi-coloured cloud of foglets, capable of taking any shape or size, floated towards the box and retrieved it (it looked as if the packet was just floating, but in reality hundreds of thousands of mesobots were carrying it).
He snatched the packet from the air and immediately swallowed two of the tablets. He lay perfectly still in his bed for about 10 minutes, by which point his hangover was gone. Gus burst out laughing. Too think a few minutes ago he was wishing he were dead. As he leaped out of bed, he looked out of his window at the outside. His house was within an arcology - the ultimate blend of ecology and architecture. They were essentially huge structures, most commonly pyramid shaped, with a city inside the structure. They could be built anywhere - surface, subterranean, sea, undersea, air space, etc. He had some cousins who lived in an Antarctican one. Outside was rolling green fields and deciduous forest - during the 26th and 27th centuries there had been a massive movement to restore the Earth after those barbaric people of the 18th, 19th, 20th and 21st century completely ruined it.
Nations in the traditional sense no longer existed. He knew however that he lived on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean on the west coast of Eurasia...
Chapter 1: Hungover
12'045 AD, Earth, the Solar Preservation Society, the Terran Metaempire.
Gus awoke to a world where the smallest noise was like a freight train smashing into his face. In the darkness of his room, he fumbled around; desperate for the Anti-hangover pills he had put on the desk the night before. He couldn't bring himself to get out of bed. For gods sake they must be here...
His hand brushed over something square and card like. That must be them. In his scrambling he knocked them off the desk. Gus swore.
"Lights on" he muttered, every word making his skull explode. The high-power lights shot on instantly, which did nothing to help his headache. Still unable to convince himself to crawl out of bed, he called out to his Guardian to retrieve the pills. The guardians were incredibly advanced nano-based clouds of foglets. They could do anything from call emergency services, provide directions, protect you, detect intruders, prevent accidents, allow you to communicate telepathically to other users, teleport you across the grid, virtually anything.
The multi-coloured cloud of foglets, capable of taking any shape or size, floated towards the box and retrieved it (it looked as if the packet was just floating, but in reality hundreds of thousands of mesobots were carrying it).
He snatched the packet from the air and immediately swallowed two of the tablets. He lay perfectly still in his bed for about 10 minutes, by which point his hangover was gone. Gus burst out laughing. Too think a few minutes ago he was wishing he were dead. As he leaped out of bed, he looked out of his window at the outside. His house was within an arcology - the ultimate blend of ecology and architecture. They were essentially huge structures, most commonly pyramid shaped, with a city inside the structure. They could be built anywhere - surface, subterranean, sea, undersea, air space, etc. He had some cousins who lived in an Antarctican one. Outside was rolling green fields and deciduous forest - during the 26th and 27th centuries there had been a massive movement to restore the Earth after those barbaric people of the 18th, 19th, 20th and 21st century completely ruined it.
Nations in the traditional sense no longer existed. He knew however that he lived on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean on the west coast of Eurasia...
