Defunct FuturesSo, what's it like in the year 2012 in the...QuantumBranching
2012 in 50's-world, everyone in the US wears hats. Men wear suits, women wear dresses or cute pantsuits. T-shirts and jeans or sweats are something nobody older than a teenager would be caught wearing. There are a lot of uniforms. Everything is very clean and often metallic or gleaming.
The Cold War is of course going on, and China, the Soviet Union, indeed everything from East Germany to Vietnam is the Red World, a unified entity which includes some parts of Africa, including the Red Congo. (Cuba, on the other side, is Capitalist and more-or-less democratic, if corrupt). Everyone in the Red World dresses the same, drives the same standard car, and reports for interrogation four times a year. (Except for the Inner Committee. But to get to that position on must have taken the interrogation drugs dozens of times). Although a "standardized" Socialist culture is promoted, the Chinese are still Chinese, and the increasing tendency of
Ad Astra Per Aspera Setting BibleI have been informed that the original link to the file is broken, so I have reposted it here for everyone to see.RvBOMally
The Ad Astra Per Aspera setting is not the happiest one. Trueline is run by several dystopian regimes and everything outside of it is much worse. When writing, keep Orwellian and Lovecraftian themes in mind. The individual is an insignificant insect in the middle of a cold, dark universe that is apathetic at best and actively malicious at worst. If someone’s tyrannical government doesn’t kill him, the unspeakable monstrosity beyond the void will. Life is, as Thomas Hobbs put it, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short.
However, your story doesn’t have to be this depressing. You can break away from the mold and write a story set in Ad Astra Per Aspera but not really of it. It could be a happy slice of life piece about one of the luckier residents of the Milky Way. It could be a darkly humorous take on the state of affairs (I encourage th
Lost Vigil - David - Prologue 1A beautiful Sunday afternoon, and David was walking home from his shift at work. He worked the copy center over at the local Staples, and it was a couple blocks to walk home, but he liked being outside, liked to walk or run home, crash for a few hours, and wake up in time to investigate the basement clubs across the city, see who was playing where.ixris
He walked passed mainstream stores, on the perpetual incline of San Francisco. Such a change from Jersey. Such a delightful change of hills instead of flood plains. And there were so many interesting people around, he was never without entertainment.
He had his headphones in as he walked, so he might have missed it if it hadn't happened right in front of him. Some middle-aged bastard ran into a little old lady, knocked her clean to the sidewalk, and ran off with her purse. Asshole. David hurried over to the older woman, just as someone else was coming from up the st