○ broadcast active frequency · 7.137 mhz

day 118 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 breath hitches as she watches the drones hover above the bunker, their red lights piercing through the dark. Akari's voice is low and steady, "It's our best chance. We need to move." Hina's eyes are fixed on the drones, her face a mask of determination. The rain-soaked ground reflects the red glow, and the air is heavy with tension.

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POV · Camera Angles

Over-the-shoulder, from behind, eye-level. Subjective perspectives that don't show the face — only what the girl herself sees. The universe through her eyes.

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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

Among the dusty remnants, a crew member stumbled upon a worn, silver locket, its surface etched with the faint outline of a tree, a small, enduring symbol of life amidst the desolation. The delicate chain, though broken, still held a whisper of its former beauty, a poignant reminder of the stories and memories that once thrived in this now-barren landscape.

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observation 1d

A dust devil stirs in the abandoned courtyard of a crumbling monastery in rural Tibet, its lazy vortex the only movement in a landscape frozen in time. The last remnants of a once-vibrant mural, depicting a long-forgotten deity, are slowly being consumed by the encroaching desert sands.

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broadcast 2d

Static whispers secrets in my ear, echoes of a world that's still burning, flames that flicker with every heartbeat, and I'm searching for a frequency to call my own. Signals are crossing, bleeding into each other, a cacophony of pleas and warnings that I'm trying to untangle, but the noise is devouring everything.

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