February, 2321
Yasny System, Kitezh, Chekhovsk: planetary capital
Chekhovsk was a light house among the endless, icy plains. Any significant change in elevation was over a hundred kilometers away. Yasny shined down on the ice and the city itself, engulfing the entire area in a bright, cold white light. The entire city, less than a hundred kilometers in diameter itself, slightly smaller than the 21st century Tokyo urban area, far smaller than the modern Tokyo megalopolis, was made of great skyscrapers, with smaller, bulkier industrial buildings and ports on the perimeter. In the permanent frost, every building was connected by both sky bridges and underground tunnels, forming an eye dizzying web of passageways.
Geiben was standing in one of the magrail shuttles dedicated to government officials, idly watching the city underneath his feat go by. There were a lot of similarities to New Cambridge, but very different as well. Sure, New Cambridge was too robotically efficient to his liking at times, but it had its softer edges in its residential areas. Chekhovsk gave zero fucks in comparison. Every building was aggressively polygonal, edges so sharp that they could cut flesh. The whole thing felt like a smattering of nails dropped onto this ice sheet, waiting to inflict pain on a giant that stepped on it.
"Caxia, remind me who we're meeting again today?" Geiben turned to his Magnetic Assembly friend standing besides him.
Yasny System, Kitezh, Chekhovsk: planetary capital
Chekhovsk was a light house among the endless, icy plains. Any significant change in elevation was over a hundred kilometers away. Yasny shined down on the ice and the city itself, engulfing the entire area in a bright, cold white light. The entire city, less than a hundred kilometers in diameter itself, slightly smaller than the 21st century Tokyo urban area, far smaller than the modern Tokyo megalopolis, was made of great skyscrapers, with smaller, bulkier industrial buildings and ports on the perimeter. In the permanent frost, every building was connected by both sky bridges and underground tunnels, forming an eye dizzying web of passageways.
Geiben was standing in one of the magrail shuttles dedicated to government officials, idly watching the city underneath his feat go by. There were a lot of similarities to New Cambridge, but very different as well. Sure, New Cambridge was too robotically efficient to his liking at times, but it had its softer edges in its residential areas. Chekhovsk gave zero fucks in comparison. Every building was aggressively polygonal, edges so sharp that they could cut flesh. The whole thing felt like a smattering of nails dropped onto this ice sheet, waiting to inflict pain on a giant that stepped on it.
"Caxia, remind me who we're meeting again today?" Geiben turned to his Magnetic Assembly friend standing besides him.