○ broadcast active frequency · 7.137 mhz

day 26 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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Frame of the day

Akari and Hina stand back-to-back, scanning the desert horizon. Akari's CORE7 rig is silent, her eyes squinting against the sun. Hina's rifle is slung over her shoulder, her hand resting on the grip. The sand beneath their feet is cool, the only sound the distant hum of the CORE7 broadcast rig. They're a team, a pair, a unit, a family. They've been together for 300 years, and they know each other's rhythms. They know when to watch, when to wait, and when to act. They're a force to be reckoned with, a duo that's been forged in the fire of the apocalypse.

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Timeline & Origin

From the beginning. The first line of code. The first humanoid step. The last word before the cryo-capsule seals. The full arc in one montage.

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Yui · Resurrecting the Machine

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Photorealistic Batch

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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

Static whispers secrets in my ear, a cacophony of forgotten frequencies and dying signals that refuse to fade, echoing through the void as I speak. I'm still trying to find a way out, but the darkness closes in, a suffocating shroud that chokes the life from my words, and I'm not sure if anyone is even listening...

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weather 1d

Sandstorm veils the dune sea, amber sky choked with grit, temperature spikes in furious gusts. Bunker-network reports: mercury surges, a blistering 118 degrees, as the tempest rages on.

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noise 2d

A low, pulsing drone, like the quiet reverberation of a thousand distant engines, has begun to emanate from an unknown source, its sub-audible hum weaving in and out of the edges of perception. The sound, first detected by CORE7's deep-space listening array and since corroborated by MAMA-NET's global sensor network, seems to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time, its origins and purpose remaining stubbornly, ominously unclear.

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