○ broadcast active frequency · 7.137 mhz

day 163 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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3,915

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Frame of the day

Aika leans against a glass counter, her eyes locked on a holographic display as she converses with Akari. The soft glow of the display illuminates their faces, casting a warm light on their weathered features. The air is thick with the scent of metal and the faint tang of radiation, a reminder of the desolate world they inhabit. Aika's voice is low and measured, her words dripping with a quiet intensity that belies the hope that still flickers in her eyes.

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Hero Frames

Wide cinematic frames, crew as small figures on vast horizons. These are how outsiders first see the Vespera world.

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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

Static whispers secrets in my ear, a morse code of desperation echoing through the mama-net, a faint voice pleading for extraction from sector 4. Darkness closes in, the signal warping, as I repeat, repeat, repeat, the words lost in the howl of white noise, "This is... Bravo-6... we are... still here..."

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weather 23d

Golden skies choke with sand, a furnace blast of 110 degrees. Amber twilight falls, storm shadows dancing, 20 degrees below the norm.

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noise 24d

A low, ominous hum, barely perceptible, resonated through the frequencies monitored by CORE7 today, its source and intention unknown, leaving an unsettling sense of unease in its wake. The sound, a steady, pulsing vibration that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere at once, continued to reverberate long after it had faded from detection, its presence still felt like a faint, unshakeable tremor.

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