Zeo Genesis Travelogues
Greetings, star-nomads! You can call me Trev. (You can also call me Trevallion Franklin-Ridgeway III, but I’d rather you didn’t). I’ve left behind my shallow executive existence to explore the Hundred Suns, to re-connect with insignificant voiders just like you. These are my travels. You’re welcome.
"It’s been one week since I won a little, well, a lot, too much at Seymour’s Caseyno in Tatchidaun. After reviewing holofootage, however, they found what I’d been saying all along: I’m simply an extraordinary gambler! This just seemed to make them angrier. The extremely large winnings were fair and square, but they did insist I do some legwork for them to ensure my legs would, indeed, continue to work. Thus, you find me camped here, halfway through my errand to Neath."
"Still, it’s an opportunity to document another facet of the Hundred Suns. Never call Trev a satellite softy! The Knives are one of the most dangerous natural formations I’ve encountered. Cutting across 1,200 standard kilometers of otherwise flat landscape, they’re formed of blade-like rocks between ten to twenty five meters tall. Like a tightly packed, razor-sharp forest, they’re making this extremely slow going."
"If those Caseyno goons had provided me with something less ridiculous than this scoot, I’d have their package delivered by now. This thing dates back to the local sixties and despite its appealing retro lines, the nature of it makes it an atrocious vehicle for a trail of such confined heat and occasional sand-blasting winds. It’s narrow though, as scoots are, and so are the gaps I’ve had to gingerly guide it through. There’s been some slashes as I ride, mostly to the legs, nasty but not lethal, touch tin."
"There’s little choice in direction. I’m following a bright powder trail that the wind never manages to fully remove and, in turn, my scoot replenishes it by dropping its own. Perhaps there was a paint shortage?
The real challenge is the intense, protracted concentration. It’s dehydrating and I’ve got limited supplies, so I need to keep up a certain speed or face a drawn-out demise."
"Not helping is my increasingly frayed temper. Even as I rest here in my force field tent sphere, my cargo is infuriating. It’s a zeoform head and it won’t shut up. It’s trying to talk to me, but try as I might, it can’t even learn my name. “Hello Urg,” it blurts. “Please repeat, Urg, Org, Urg,” throughout my carbo-log dinner. I can’t even peacefully stargaze through the tent as it asks nonsense like “does Org need an H?” Even now, bedding down on my expandomat, it’s asking “are you Urg or Org?” NEITHER! I’M TREV!"
"Stay zippy, star-nomads…"
- The Knives, natural geological formation on Saienten
- Area coverage: approximately 200,000 square standard kilometers
- Significant cultural associations: Fuketsu Tankyū Mining Disaster, Togetherness Day pilgrimage route, Great DNA Swindle hideouts, last pinged location of the Soaring Scientist record-attempting aircraft
- Endemic flora: Cooke’s Rock Fern, Invasive Rhizome, Barrel-leaf
- Endemic fauna: Girder Rat, Bald Blazer, Pale Mosaic Jerboa, Stinking Giraffe
These journals were recorded via Tymphony Aural Augmetics… TAA: Listen Up!
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