○ broadcast active frequency · 7.137 mhz

day 21 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

NW · 2.5 km/h

Crew position

51.44° · 13.15°

Next site

Old Berlin approach

ETA 35.6 h

MAMA pings

3,855

bunkers logged

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Frame of the day

Aika and Rika sit atop a crumbling concrete wall, overlooking the desolate desert cityscape. The warm sunlight casts a melancholic glow, accentuating the worn, weathered expressions on their faces. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of decay, and the only sound is the soft hum of Aika's portable CORE7 broadcast rig, a beacon of hope in the vast, barren landscape.

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Pair Dynamics · Intimate

Two girls, one moment. Quiet closeness only 300 years together can ripen. Even hybrid bodies have learned what tenderness is.

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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 scratches beneath a whispered litany, echoes of "survive the night" and "bunker omega" weaving in and out of white noise, a faint voice pleading for "someone, anyone" to respond. In the background, a distorted melody loops, warping into a mournful dirge that fades in and out of the mama-net's fragile signal, lost in the darkness.

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weather 1d

Golden haze descends, sandstorms swirling in furious dance, temperature a scorching 110 degrees. Burnt orange sky bleeds into twilight, winds whispers secrets to the dunes.

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noise 2d

A low, pulsing hum, barely perceptible to the human ear, was captured by CORE7's sensitive instruments today, its source and significance unknown, leaving an unsettling sense of unease in its wake. The sound, which has been likened to a distant, mournful sigh, has been looping in irregular intervals, defying identification and sparking a growing sense of unease among those who have heard its haunting, sub-audible tones.

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