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Beneath A Domed Sky

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The time is 22XX and mankind finally got it right. No wars. A cooperative world wide government. Ecological harmony. Food for all. An educated population. Space colonies on the Moon and future exploration towards other galaxies. But we know that Murphy’s Law rears it’s head when times are good. Boy, did it ever. The Seekers came, their armada had us surrounded. A solitary voice that rippled over the planet warned us: ” The Prophecy ends here. Give us The Eye. You have 24 Earth hours.” And that was it. 24 hours later, every man, woman and child fought these Purple ‘Things’ and their cyborgs for over a decade. We won, but at the cost of 90% of the population, a destroyed planet and god know what else. Pretty crappy, huh? Not for the Corporations. They waited underground, let Hell reign on Earth and emerged smelling sweet as a rose. The world was theirs and the building began. Redrawing of territory lines and Domes. Large Domes as big as states came up and applications were taken. Those worthy were given a chance at a new life with new technology and new law. The rest of us…well, that is another story. We never found out what ‘The Eye’ or ‘This Prophecy’ we died for really was. Little did we know Earth’s downfall was only the beginning. The final stage? Akira Goda’s Dome, the heart of Nouveau Cascadia, the culmination of the ruined Pacific Northwest. The dwellers call Goda’s empire Crescent City. And these are its stories.

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The time is 22XX and mankind finally got it right. No wars. A cooperative world wide government. Ecological harmony. Food for all. An educated population. Space colonies on the Moon and future exploration towards other galaxies. But we know that Murphy’s Law rears it’s head when times are good. Boy, did it ever. The Seekers came, their armada had us surrounded. A solitary voice that rippled over the planet warned us: ” The Prophecy ends here. Give us The Eye. You have 24 Earth hours.” And that was it. 24 hours later, every man, woman and child fought these Purple ‘Things’ and their cyborgs for over a decade. We won, but at the cost of 90% of the population, a destroyed planet and god know what else. Pretty crappy, huh? Not for the Corporations. They waited underground, let Hell reign on Earth and emerged smelling sweet as a rose. The world was theirs and the building began. Redrawing of territory lines and Domes. Large Domes as big as states came up and applications were taken. Those worthy were given a chance at a new life with new technology and new law. The rest of us…well, that is another story. We never found out what ‘The Eye’ or ‘This Prophecy’ we died for really was. Little did we know Earth’s downfall was only the beginning. The final stage? Akira Goda’s Dome, the heart of Nouveau Cascadia, the culmination of the ruined Pacific Northwest. The dwellers call Goda’s empire Crescent City. And these are its stories.

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Beneath A Domed Sky

Latest release on Nov 20, 2020

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Rank #1: You Can Call Me Abraham.

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...but the people, the robots...the people who may, or may not be robots, need some place to sit, to rest, to pray.

Nov 20 2020

6mins

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Rank #2: Goda.

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I will not save them, though I could.

Oct 30 2020

5mins

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Rank #3: A Little Girl In A Dead World.

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Tiana Steibenz. Precocious. A little girl with her Father's wild red hair, her mother's ice blue eyes and a quiet gift that no one knows.

She sees the threads of life. Her best friend is a dead little boy...

Oct 23 2020

9mins

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Rank #4: Olivia’s Lips

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I take my time, light the cigar and blow creamy rings above me. Mild mannered The Grant, Marketing God, Media Darling...human. Naked and scarred like all men of power. The night creeps behind its veil, the dome shifting from crimson and gold to bruised greens and violets.

The cigar and finish and I must cleanse.

Sep 25 2020

14mins

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