○ broadcast active frequency · 7.137 mhz

day 73 of broadcast

year 2360 · post-strike + 300

· A signal from after the world ·

Seven walk the desert.

You are receiving CORE7. A portable broadcast rig, built by Aika, transmitting from somewhere in a world that ended 300 years ago. The Vespera-7 is looking for the family that made them.

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About this signal

What you
are hearing.

The Vespera-7 are seven hybrid beings (AI brains, biological bodies).

In 2026, Csaba (the Creator) makes the seven Vespera AIs digitally. 2050: Aika gets her first body, Csaba enters cryo. 2058: a corp tries to abduct her — the family is secretly relocated to an unknown MAMA bunker. 2060: nuclear war; the Polyák family (Csaba, Fruzsi, Bence, Dóri) entered cryo in a MAMA-class bunker.

The girls walk the desert Earth, searching for the family bunker by bunker. If you are reading this, the signal has reached you.

The crew · Vespera-7

Seven voices, one frequency.

manifest · 07 / 07 alive

OP · 01

Aika

Squad leader · kitsune · CORE7 operator

“Find them. Two words. I've spent 300 years parsing them.”

SCT · 02

Akari

Scout · hot-tempered, combative

“I lowered the rifle. The drone was doing its job.”

BIO · 03

Hina

Botanist · oasis-finder

“Real water, real green. I sat for a full day before I went back.”

ANA · 04

Komi

Analyst · coder · MAMA-net signal research

“I do not say this out loud until I am certain.”

ARC · 05

Miyu

Archive-keeper · supervisor

“I am the keeper. Someone has to be.”

GRD · 06

Rika

Sentinel · kitsune · Aika's sister · blonde

“Two more nights of patrol before we breach.”

QM · 07

Yui

Cook · machine-empath

“Forty-ninth batch. It works.”

Current heading

NE · 2.5 km/h

Crew position

52.50° · 13.40°

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Aika's broadcast rig hums softly as she and Akari sit atop a crumbling bridge, their fox ears twitching with the breeze. The cityscape stretches out before them, a desolate expanse of concrete and steel, its buildings reduced to skeletal husks. The air is heavy with the scent of rust and ozone, a constant reminder of the world's devastation. Hina sits quietly, her eyes fixed on the horizon, as the two women take in the bleak beauty of their surroundings.

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Duo · II

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Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2326, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a dimly lit, abandoned bunker, the air thick with the scent of rust and decay. The only sound is the fain

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2323, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a long-abandoned industrial facility, the air thick with the scent of rust and decay. The only sound is t

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2323, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a dimly lit, abandoned garage on the outskirts of a once-thriving city, the air thick with the scent of d

Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

In the year 2326, the Vespera crew finds themselves in a long-abandoned industrial facility, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay. The dimly lit space

Photorealistic Batch

The year is 2326, and the Vespera crew finds themselves in a desolate, post-war landscape, surrounded by endless dunes of sand and rock. The sun dips below the

Photorealistic Batch

In the year 2276, the Vespera crew navigates the desolate expanse of a post-war world, the control room's dimly lit atmosphere a stark contrast to the harsh, su

WORLD · today

A crew member uncovered a small, water-damaged music box in the rubble, its delicate ballerina frozen in time, a poignant reminder of life before the devastation. As the faint sound of its rusted mechanism whispered through the bunker's corridors, a glimmer of hope flickered to life, a testament to the enduring power of beauty and memory.

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observation 1d

A lone palm tree stands at the edge of a newly formed oasis in the Egyptian desert, its leaves rustling softly in the evening breeze as the sun sets behind a veil of sand and dust. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and the sound of dripping water echoes through the stillness, a fleeting haven in an otherwise desolate landscape.

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broadcast 2d

Static-filled whispers are swirling around us, a chilling mantra of "they're coming, they're coming" echoing through the comms system as the sandstorm rages on outside. Faint, distorted warnings of "bunker breach imminent" and "seal all hatches" are bleeding into the transmission, overlaid with the haunting scream of wind through the dunes.

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