Mars is full of dreams. The indentured dream of freedom, and bodies to call their own. The Movement dreams of an autonomous Mars, no longer burdened by hypercorp governance. The Preservers dream of rust-red wilderness, in all its unforgiving beauty. The hyperelites dream of a world remade in their image. The bizarre creatures in the TITAN Quarantine Zone might also dream, and if they do, it’s surely of a future that would horrify transhumans everywhere.
All of these dreams and more swirl just under the surface of any Martian settlement.
What is your dream? And how far will you go to achieve it?
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Conventions:
• "Bold speech."
• Italicize thought.
• [Bracket mesh communication.]
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Obsidian Portal reference pages.
