Farm Gamma is a
world where biology meets industry.
Mothercorp's vast farms are a far cry away from pastoral life. They use
engineered flora first designed by the Floozies to replicate the fruits of
machine civilization. Clothing, weapons,
computers, even spaceships are grown here. The landscape here is an exercise in
managed chaos. Fields of widget plants checker the vista out to the horizon.
Indentured workers swarm like the domesticated insects they work with. Thick
tangles of vine cabling climb towering stalks, feeding titanic construction
pods.
Farm Gamma is hungry
for resources, as huge amounts of chon are taken off planet in the form of
finished products.
Around Gamma orbits
the Heap, a planet sized compost pile. The surface is covered by dead bio mass
dumped here from Farm Gamma and from many other worlds. It has mountains of
rotten fruit and vast fields of soggy woodchips. Amid the rotting bones and moldering
paper there is a riotous tangle of plant life. Millions of species grow wild
and strange, and odd things crawl though the garbage. Mother Corp has armed camps where enslaved
criminals mine rich soil. Escapees and rebels live out in the wilderness in
hidden camps beneath the surface. They speak of a hidden way out, an unknowable
salvation deep within the Heap. It is not a simple journey however. The crust
of the world throngs with hives of clever giant insects and vermin. Uncountable
kingdoms of beasts live and war beneath the surface. Beneath the swarming
baronies there are the moist and crumbling worm tunnels, home to strange fungi
and strange cults. Below that there is the anaerobic ocean, a lightless and
airless expanse of tainted water. And below that, salvation.
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