Virk Astroblab - Zoul Feughr
In the year 2211 Earth is nothing but a tiny speck in the eye of the massive trek to the Zolo System, as they used to call it.
Time means very little when humankind has evolved into biocybermorphic beings.Decades seem like hours and inter-galaxal travel seems like ancient flights across Earth's oceans.
Seems like paradise?
It's still the same old b.x.
Codes and restrictions, byways and starry highways trafficked by the same douchebags that plowed the pavement of the past.
But there are infinite tracts of uncharted space where pioneers only dare to tread, for need of escape, or a lust for new life seed the way for passion, joy and sorrow mingle.