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It's almost December, I don't know what I expected.

It's the cold legs and wet feet that are getting to me now. Knowing that for the next few months that's what it'll be cold legs, wet feet, scratchy skin, man I'm drying up. Dusty.

It is, however, Bitches, Payday. Everything is alright when you're flush right? I'm right, it's better on payday, you kiss harder, sleep easier, step livelier.

Today I'm remembering about something I was working on the year before this year. This has been a long year, and a pretty good one, I started up on my spellbook idea, and that's satisfactory - but I kind of left a lot of other things in the wind. Here are the things I did accomplish: Came up with most of a pretty good OSR style game- I think it's going to be pretty slick. Then, I ran a very strong campaign which I think is shaping into a publishable form. I painted a little and I learned a whole hell of a lot about electronics. Meantime, I remembered the other day about my aspiration to put together a satisfactory space-opera game, planetary romance with some harder SF edges and I was reading up on my old files. I like reading what I've written, but usually, only after it's sat for a year or two. Once I've forgotten it. I do like it, there's always a congratulatory laugh or grin - some turn of phrase I'm proud of myself for having used or some idea I'm excited to remember having had. Timebombcapsules.

This laminated reminder was stapled up at my bus-stop - I can't get enough of it. Is it advertising? "Eat. Turkey. Dinner. Period." You'd think someone at the print shop would mention that - you know what? Maybe we should put an address, at least a phone number, maybe a URL. Something. Nope.

Please make sure you eat a Turkey Dinner this week Wednesday at 6:00 PM. This will please Odin, who never ordinarily has Turkey dinners. Because of Thor and Abe Lincoln.

I need to go home, I need to cash my check and go home and be glad about things and tidy up my domicile.

Everything's crooked.

Except when it isn't.

I'm not proud of my appearance today. I sat through a 3 hour meeting and am barely functioning on a human level, but I will keep up my tradition.

Some notions to think over

Let us first suppose that for the purpose of making an inverted colonial planet (a dyson sphere is not really a sphere – so maybe don't worry about calling it that) earth-people use a dwarf planet already in the solar system – say Eris.

Eris' internal surface area would be something lke 18,000,000 sq km. Which is a lot, but 30x less than the surface of the earth. Nevertheless, if people were engineering the interior surface for maximum efficiency/habitability – that's a viable area for maintaining a population well into the billions - consider that about 1% of the Earth's surface sustains all people on the earth.

So we could use the mined out interior of Eris.

Sending it to Rigel would mean more than 700 light years of travel – or, for our purpose of sub-light speed 1,000 years of travel time.

A breeding population of 10,000 people (assuming that they are genetically optimized and conditioned for optimal breeding patterns – would end up in Rigel-orbit with a population of about 10 billion.

This is all very acceptable (to me).

Now if we start out with a magical-irreplaceable-unlimited power source (gotta come up with a name for this – something that pops – like The Force – and have it get everyone to Rigel, but then have it get sabotaged- let's say there is a cataclysmic death-toll. So there are 30% casualties.

Then the remaining people spread out over the solar system – colonizing it – we can work with a 100-500 year time-frame of colonization and settlement.

1,000 years on the colony ship is a huge amount of time – entire nations and cultures would rise up and even fall. I propose that we found some cultural paradigms in this period, and then attach more based on the experience af
ter the arrival.

So far I am working on 5 Base teams with motivations/paradigms based on the pressures and ideals I imagine at work on the colony ship.

1 – Wealth/Production/Control – Utilitarianism where benefit is unequally distributed but everyone benefits – think of the western world today.

2 – Post-Ecological people. Without having to fill or occupy a biological niche in/on the Earth, there is a shift toward making people more and more self-sustaining. These people maybe lead lives virtually, they have very limited biological needs and aim at having no requirements at all – existing in a post-biological way.

3 – Broadcasters – people who want to spread a cultural idea/presence of the human species. They're colonialists and have been waiting all along to leave the ship and colonize the new system, they will want to continue on once the new system is colonized too.

4 – Maintainers – people who want to retain some semblance of earth-based culture. They are constantly looking backward, traditionalists and aesthetes, they might even co-opt ancient forms and cultural roots. Maybe they'll have a mixup of previous human cultures as a theme – like America/England/Rome imperial iconography.

5 – Inward-looking. Getting sent off into space to colonize the universe is kind of a bold move. People's descendants might look back on the earth as an eden that they have been cast out of – like they are fallen/cast off. As a result I suppose that they will be inward-looking, spiritual and redemption seeking. They'll be varrying shades of zealous and thoughtful.

These first 5 groups I consider to be kind of religions- that is, they cross over whatever national/cultural boundaries evolve on the colony ship – so that there might be a bunch of flavors of the same idea.

Now – from the interaction between groups like this I imagine a second generation of groups developing between the planet's arrival and the game-time present day:

6 - Oligarchs – Warlords or just plutocrats -people who want to rule or at least manage the majority of people for their gain. They might be shadowy illuminati types or they might be brazen warlords

7 – Uniters – These are folks who look beyond the factions and back toward the original mission, they want to get the band back together to unite everyone behind the initial mission. They'll point out that since everyone started from the same 10,000 people they're all cousins etc... They work toward bridging gaps and maintianing peace.

8 – Survivalists – Maybe incensed by the weird energy that's empowered some people, maybe because of space-fauna or the alien life that's been encountered – these folks are invested in defending against the outside – they're outward looking, warlike and maybe kind of crazy.

9 – Transcdendents – These are people who fully embrace their new system – they want to forget that they are human and be the next thing – the new movement. They'll embrace the identity of the new system and want to evolve, artificially and quickly, into a new species.

Bhuu Mandala becomes Blue Mandala – the worlds orbiting Rigel
Eris becomes Urrus, Ur-ees, Errors

These 9 groups I think of as being like the Clans in L5R. They'll give some kind of bonus for anyone who's part of them – and then maybe there will be an additional bonus based on what place the character is from – like we replace school from L5R with planet or base or HQ.

That's what I've got so far. Let me know if you have anything for or against this stuff.

I need a description of their origins, so I’m going to come up with a little guide to the generational progress of the spaceship.

Generation 1 – Population 10,000
We’re finally ready. I mean, they’re finally ready , I was born ready, the rest of us, all of us going on this trip, we’ve been ready our whole lives. But Eris has been built, finished - and now we’re going. At last. I don’t think any expedition has ever been as well equipped as we are. I’m just one of the first 10,000 - (just like the 10,000 at the Olduvai Gorge who started up Homo Sapiens) but I think back on the last decade, everything we’ve learned and done to prepare. My third doctoral degree was in anthropology - a lark really, but I loved my advisor, Professor N’gabe so much, so beautiful – one of the Olduvai reprints herself, not an uplift but the callback. She guided me through the degree and I kept seeing the value in the project. A new human genesis, and Eris, our new garden of Eden.
To be sure, Eris is vastly overbuilt, much more sturdy than Adam’s garden. Much more stable than the African rift valleys as well. She’ll (we call her She, she’s got a lady’s name after all, a goddess even) carry us past heliopause, only one of 72 objects to leave the Sun’s influence – and the biggest. I will say that I love humanity, our enterprise, our ingenuity. We are going to colonize the universe and we deserve to. I say we, and me, and I – us. We 10,000 but it’s true only some of us will survive much past heliopause, out in the Kuiper belt and the Oort cloud, that’s where our generation will hand over the reins. Not that there are reins to speak of. Our Eden will go of itself, it’s internal sun is virtually magic, a technology so sophisticated it’s indistinguishable from magic, even to its designers. But in simulation it will burn for 30% of the Sun’s own life, so our thousand year journey should be fine. Our. I say ours and I mean our chromosomes, our genes, our culture – whatever culture we build. I’ve learned ten languages, not as many as some of my 10,000 brothers and sisters. But that is the point of the project – to pack in everything of the human experience up to this point – to pack so much luggage we need a little planet to carry it all – no one knows what we’ll need, what ideas we’ll develop – we have to pack all the words people have ever used just in case we need one of them. Every philosophy, every religion, every language and every gene. We won’t see the moons, being on the inside of Eris, but circling her are our satellites, to protect her from debris, from dangers unthought of, to leave her one day, in a few hundred years to go and populate the planets around Rigel with all the plants and animals we could pack – every creature that has ever existed. We know all the philosophies, all the religions and all the languages – but I am struck by how alike to my mother’s faith this journey is. Eden and Ark, and the repopulation of worlds, we’re not on a messianic path, we’ve only begun and have no need for saviors, we are saving ourselves.

Generation 2 Population 18,868
I keep thinking about what Mars must have been like. Where my parents met, where they fell in love and studied so much. They still study all the time, when they’re not trying to cover the surface of Eris with their children. I’m the firstborn, first child born in Eris, under Sun. I remember when I was little how impatient my parents were, how they couldn’t seem to find enough time to teach me all the things they knew, and how frustrated they always seemed that I didn’t know anything, and couldn’t really pick up all of what they knew right away. When they said I was 12 years old I believed them, there are no years, but they keep track somehow. They commented about things, things that I should do, at night, but what’s night. They say that planets that orbit the sun have days and nights, the sun is in the middle of our planet, there’s never a time when it’s not shining and making the plants grow. They said when I was 12 that it was time for me to start optimizing their genetic outcomes, they introduced me to women from their generation, they wanted to make sure I was spreading their material as far as I could. I stopped learning things because they stopped caring to teach me. When they told me I was 20 years old they told me I had 10 children, when they told me I was 30 years old they said I had 40 grandchildren. I didn’t know, I know that here and there they’d stop me from making babies with someone or another. They’d say – oh not, not her, she’s your half sister or she’s your daughter. I just listened to them, they never taught me not to, and anyway, I’m pretty content. There’s not much to know, Eris gives us whatever we need. They say it always will.

Generation 3 – Populatiion 38,515

My mother doesn’t know anything. She knows how to attract mates, how to get fed, how to laugh. She doesn’t remember my name, she doesn’t need to. I told her once that I’m her daughter – she was surprised. “You’re so old!” She couldn’t believe that she’d had children my age by then. Age. That’s something that Gramma/pa talk about. They did some little raising of me, I think they were the ones who taught me to speak. Could’ve been any one of my brothers though, I’ve got a few of those, we stick together. Gramma/pa don’t like that –they howl about potentials and how we go too far or don’t listen to them enough. All they care about is having babies, they don’t do a thing to teach us anything. That’s what I don’t like most I think. My mother doesn’t know anything but my Gramma/pa knows everything, they know how the ground makes food, how the cities were built and why the sun shines. They know where we’re going – what a year is and they lord it all over us. My mother doesn’t care, but I do. I’m starting to. Why are the olds the ones in charge? It’s dumb. Plus they’re awful. Pa/Gramma says that he and me are due to make a baby and I’m Sickedup by that idea. Plus Him & Gramma/pa are after me to keep away from my brothers. We’re all quittingtime about it. Say we’re going to next-town, which is empty an no-one to stop us. Eris will feed us, what good are Gramma/Pa, Pa/Gramma and my dumb old mother anyhow? They’re all just sexsessed and we’re trying to understand what is even going on.

Generation 4 - Population 75,590
Joddy’s supposed to be in trouble. They are saying that he’s the first person in the world to kill somebody else, but I know that’s not true because I remember when my PaMa put a pillow over one of my baby-brummer’s faces. But babies don’t count for killing, only Olds. Joddy killed that Old-Pa because he wouldn’t leave JoddysGirl be - so Joddy had Erus make him a knife. We heard of Knives because Erus taught us- she’s the ground below, but not just dirt, sometimes with the screenies and the speakies – we got lit to a new-way that’s the old-way. You make a knife, that’s a kind of tool for cutting. Then Joddy makes the Knife and does the slaughter – we lit it was like what the EarthPa/Mas did to beasts. Beasts were a thing, so we called at Derold Madson – the grabby Old to say leave alone the girls of ThisTown – then Joddy was mad enough he cut up Beast-Derold Madson who was from the Earth-Wisconsin and he’s done. People die but Joddy killed him. All’s good, we say, but the Olds –they get the mads, say we done wrong and they’ll put the AnderOids against us. Say ThisTown – “To Earth with you Olds!” They’re sending the AnderOids, so we’re all of us waiting to see what it means, heard a tale, but is it a tale? The screenies/speakies say so.

Generation 5 – Population 114,710
It's getting around that Aline Dzhousku has died. A notable event on our journey – s/he was the last of the original inhabitants of Eris, and with her ends an era. She died, they say, comfortably in exile. Like most of her generation she'd been relocated to one of the cities on the far hemisphere where she and her kind could not create the kind of trouble and conflict to which they had all grown so accustomed. Titanomachy is an old concept and I wonder if it will have a place in the cosmologies to come. Already the neo-pastorolists of Thiston and Thatton have canonized their sub literate founders, and it's not uncommon to see the offspring of Joddy-Deva commanding a substantial respect. Likewise it is common today to find children being warned of Derold-Shaitan who will come to claim revenge. It is notable that with Aline Dzhousku's passing so too end the threats of android suppression. As the access codes head to the mulcher along with her – a worthy finale to a misguided generation.

Generation 6 – Pop - 174,076
The trick of it is knowing how to play. The founders of Urus kept the secrets hidden but they wanted us to find out for ourselves how things work. Joddy-Deva was just lucky, I can say that without worry because I'm good. There are instructions – the matter-weavers under the city-skin know to make anything but they won't unless you ask them right. To learn how to ask right you've got to play. The games are different for everyone – thinking machines, smarter than a person, than a smart person, they play you and you learn, they make it so you learn. I learned the languages and found the words – words from other worlds. There's not just us and the seven towns and Oldside. There's other worlds leaving the Earth-world. Still, if you know the game and learn the things it wants you to learn you can hear what's up on distant earth, you can hear where Pluto's gone – off Sirius way or Ceres – almost to One-Cent. They tell us things, about ourselves. How the inner-skin cities work. It's a long time between words but there are words that tell how it all should be, will be.

Gen 7 Pop – 264,166
Praise-Joddydeva and Grammapaangel! There are those who have thought that the People have always been in and of Urus – but I learned the words of power and the method of the true speech – and was granted access to the high-lore of the underworld. Are there any alive today that do not know the good-lore? That Urus, the Golden One, is but the under-realm – one of the material heavens far beneath the true sun? It is said and I have learned that we are on a journey into the Blue-Mandala – the holy star that is of a magnitude undreamed up. It is in size 1,000,000,000 times that of our own under-star, which the ancients made in obedient imitation of True-Sun, the once-star that failed and caused man to flee aboard the golden one. Also the Carrier, also the Plateau – these are the 3 ships that will found the new world – according to the wish of first-navigator Calumbusdeva. Some of Firston, they deny the revealed truths, claiming to know from ancient sources and the superstitions of their grandmothers, but who is to question the higher truth? When it has been found by observation of nature itself?

Gen 8 Pop - 400,881
It's so, that in Thatone they have given up on truth. I mean that they've chosen to live according to corrupted files and that they've lost the thread of the true mission. Thistone is little better, there they say that all the people who have ever been have only lived in Erreese. They call Joddydeva the founder of the species, say that he and Joddywife were born from the ground. Those of us who know better try and forgive them but they've insisted, over and over again that we have to give up our Jero'nimoys – who swear by their forebear that they're from another world called the earth. Thistone and Thatone are threatening war over it all – but the Jero'nimoys say that they're okay, they'll go to Oldside and leave us be. Say they'll hunt the D'jouku – say she's the mother of all the People and she'll teach them the way of making the statues come alive. Mambil Jero'nimoy himself came before us and said he'd be back when he'd got the statues going, said they'd sweep the streets clean. Nobody thinks they're a match for Joddydeva, and some claim they'll be met by the Deroldshaitan. Who's to know? But we're glad, all of us, to see them gone to Oldside.

Gen 9 Pop 573,364
First time in a long time that we've heard from the Earth. Many that said it could not be or wouldn't happen again, but happen it did, and as prophesied it happened when they told us. The sun was covered up by the images of it – a different world. We saw them under their sun, living on the outside of their world – so green and blue, seas – we saw so much and no-one could agree. They spoke to us but in strange languages, they showed us facts of a long-forgotten place. It is a great thing, that everyone in the world should have a vision at the same time, for it is a wonder how divided we all have become on the subject. There are those, and they are many, who claim that it was Jero'nimoy who led the people out of the waters to flee the deluge of oceans to the paradise of Oros, almost as many said it was Joddydeva and Joddywife who used their knives to cut Erees free from Turra. As a player of the games I am able to learn certain facts unknown. The prophesied message was not alone, there was the Patch as well – a language, very holy, that attempted to change the histories and knowledge that lies in the worldskin. I could follow the thought behind those words and learned of a message of change, given to Eris by the Transsolar speech of distant Carries. It seems that Ceres, called Carries had among them a the first of the prophets, and they spoke to our world, taught it the new knowledge.

Gen 10 – pop 820,060
It's gotten so that there are too many people in Furstone. The matter-weavers can't feed us all when it's feed-time. They say it's the same all over, and that soon we'll have to start sending more of the People away. Said I'd go, nothing left for me in Furstone and don't care for my chances with the priests of Thatone and hecks on the sacraments of Theestone. I and mine are bound for the Far-Off, we'll make our own go, start things the right way, keep family first and care for gods or ancestors second or last.

Gen 11 – pop 1,172,900
It was Hile that built the lexicon. He's the first, an old, old man, old as Oros, and he came to wake, blinking when we found him. There were others, is what he told us, but we didn't know and he couldn't find them. He was sorrowful but noticed that it's true. He told us the secret things of the far off past, said he had a hand in Oros' building and once met the Deroldshaitan himself, older than the Deroldshaitan too. Hile says that the code is gone bad but shakes his head, just different, then he laughs. He laughs about everything and says – who knows what's best. He says that but we can all tell that he does. He taught us the way of making the Robit, the Gun-tree and the new-grown city. He dialed up the matterspin and told it to make him a town, and a new town got born. We had nothing but now we've the biggest town in the hemis. And we got the guntree. Say we, with our twenty towns and one City – why not make a bad time for the Furstones? They drove us down-away without a bit of sorry. So we might.

Gen 12 – Pop 1,728,002
The stupid interminable war keeps going. They started it, they had guns and no sense not to use them. They had Hile, who's a monster, worse than Derolshaitan. We had Jeronimoy though – the old all-father, who lent us the good sense to leave when leaving's the right answer. There's plenty of worldskin, why stake a claim? Wander on my son, that's the word of the Jeronimoii. Nicked some of the guntree guns though and maybe we'll make our claim when worldskin gets scarce. They say it will and who's to argue with them?

Gen 13 – Pop 2,622,303
Of the seven nations really only one of us has a strong claim to the original purpose of the mission. Theestoners practice a religious ignorance of facts, Thatoneers are content to find a place between whatever cracks are left over, Firstrunners can't stop caring about their heridity, they know up and down which of their ancestors was a better man than Oldhile. Then there are Jerynomos who just wander and say nothing useful – worse than them are Oldhile's children who want to take everything for themselves. I've heard in the Oldhile dominions they've made a mess of their weavers and only if one of Oldhile's cubs says so can you have your feed or bury your dead. Then there's the Altstriders who're happy to work under the worldskin but try their best to damn us all back to Urturra. The Radios are a good group, but they're misguided, calling Onecent the final plan, they say they've got their eyes on final destinies but they picked the wrong destiny to care about. Last is us, the Destinies – we're the only ones that know that Eris is going to a place and that place is the better paradise. There's a lot of talk of making the old mashy's go, but we're on the top of that, we've got womenmen ready to go to the Sun and back, make it work just right.

Gen 14 – Pop 3,979,435
It's come to it at last, we've all heard the rumors my children and I have the proof - the Sundestinies are trying to tamper with the sun itself! They have tricked the worldskin into making them air-machines and they are going to try and go to the sun. We know this now, at great cost in lives. Their plan is mad but they have a devoted following of lunatics – and so I ask you here now, if you have within you the courage of the ancients and whether you will stand with me and with the rest of Firstun to put a stop to their mad crusade! Our little world has not known war but it is war that is called for in a moment such as this! We must put an end to the mad ambitions of the few who would endanger us all and spoil the mission.

Gen 15 – Pop – 5,691,631
It was Furstone and the Thaytones who first turned the worldskin to a weapon – they figured out how to make it swallow up live people, mulch them where they stand. They were the first but the people at Oldhile had the will to use that technique. Now they say Oldhile's folk are marching against the Jerynomos – soon it'll be all of us under the Oldhile's foot. They say that the Demmy Or Crassy are too dangerous – say the old parties of Furstone are the cause of all the trouble. We know it was the Sundestinas that caused so much harm but we've looked and looked- Blue-Mandala is too far away and there's no more place to hide under the worldskin anymore. So us People can go to the Altstride or we can go to the far side of the sun or we can let the worldskin mulch us. It's not a choice at all, we've got children and we've got our nommos and any reader at the game can tell it's our Drahma to go farside and hope. Here's to hope and the end of the Oldhile's warring ways.

Gen 16 – Pop - 8,140,519
Holdyll has it's twelve califs for its twelve cities but each of those answers to the Holdyll Prince. I saw him once, you can't go before him with a bit of clothes on, they say soon that nobody on our hemi will be wearing clothes but who's ever one of the Prince's officers. I heard it that he was after the worldskin's spinners to make him a finer raiment than all the rest of us but that the spinners won't do it. So since he can't have better he'll be taking all away from us anyway. Him and his officers. They mention that it makes the Firstrunner's task a bit more easy, since they can have any of the women they find, but I think of my daughters who I keep hidden and I have to ask myself what would old Joddydeva do? We're not supposed to talk to about Joddydeva but we have long memories in the twelve cities – and a lot of us have been calling the Prince DeroldShaitan – transubbed.

Gen 17 – Pop 11,643,068
My gramma-pa's stories about Firstside were what gave me the idea, I thought I'd go and see for myself, but where on farside we've got the towers and the rolling-road they've got nothing on firstside. They live out open on the worldskin and they don't have anything but enough to eat. Sometimes, and I've seen this, a Pesher of the Deroldic Sept will stamp a code on the worldskin and it will open just enough to swallow up a man's feet and then, when he falls down his hands too. Then he's trapped and the Pesher will sit on him, if he feels like it, and may spend a day like that. They're inhuman over there and I've tried to say my piece. They are People just like us, they've got their Drahma's and we've got ours, but there's Mission to think of and we can't let Mission down, I'm telling you that they've turned their backs on her on Firstside. The womenmen have to make a choice and quick – to do right by our Drahma or admit we've turned our face from Mission as well.

Gen 18 – Pop – 16,652,629
We never could have thought the war would end. It's been so long going. I was born in the war and my children as well. Holdyll woudn't give and we couldn't make it but Farstride wouldn't give and they couldn't take us. Went on for ever, till Misshin comes due, that's what we kept thinking when the guns of Holdyll were going like the old devas of Urthtura used to. Heroes, that's what we were, they called us that and the worldskin gave out the you-informs, titles and crowns all around. Nobody was going to win but we all had our bits of glory. Then who should stop it all but the Jerynimoys? Not a body had heard of them among People for an age, but they came returning on their saddles and put the war to an end. Said Mondevoyajay their Carl that the war would be done, all of them and forever. Carl Mondevoyajay who'd heard it from the Radipriests the new patch from Urterra! It's a bold new Uris now! With all this finery. The worldskin quit with the guntrees and and sprouted crowntrees and saddle-bushes. I heard Carl tell them all that we'd been fooled by the Carries-Tricksters and that it was the patch that saved us all. He said don't stay in city and we don't anymore, we took to the saddle like he and his did and all's been well.

Gen 19 – Pop – 23,817,610

By the ancient reckoning we are in the 6th century of our vast pilgrimage to Rigel-Missen. We know this and state it with harmonious souls turned toward the true Drahma of that calling. The worldskin provides, the nine nations prosper, but there are none alive now who have heard a patch from Urterra. It has been thought by many that the Derroldshaitan has a hand in the silence, and others have believed that old Prins had ruined the altars with his blasphemies, some said forever. Bluemand-alah can still be found however, we few who've mastered games and know the lingua of the screnies have seen the first glimpse of Rigel-Missen, which has four barren stars of bitter tears, two good stars and eight indifferent. We must begin the litanies and say the prayers now and say them in earnest until Rigel-Missen comes. Oros, the golden chariot grows close and she will shed her chariots soon. There are now living a few who may survive to see the grasses upon soil, the animal. Those promises of old that were told us in the covenant of the Urterrhans when they built Oros and made the People.

Gen 20 – Pop - 34,065,404

The latest patch came through at long, long last. Word has come that the homeworld has found a way to accelerate the messages. Patch came across with an update for the Eris-orbital software, the hidden moons of Eris have been launched to go and prepare the worlds for our descendants. The Radipraxis have again misinterpreted all of this as a sign from their spirit-world, and the other nations have again ignored these facts. It's true that among the folk of the Holdyll towns that there are many who do not even believe that homeworld ever existed, they think , and it's said and believed that the Firstrunners were born out of the worldskin. We have the patches to tell us otherwise but there are still doubts among the Thisdowners – we've neglected the screenies and the children born today know nothing of homeworld and nothing of the Rigel. They're irreverent to the Blue-Mandala and think it only a superstition of the old.

Gen 21 – Pop - 50,187,655

Gen 22 – Pop - 73,940,139

Gen 23 – Pop - 108,934,043

Gen 24 – Pop - 160,489,632

Gen 25 – Pop 243,548,596

Gen 26 – Pop 369,593,462

Gen 27 – Pop - 560,870,928

Gen 28 – Pop - 851,141,133

Gen 29 – Pop – 1,291,636,261

Gen 30 – Pop - 2,018,931,091

Gen 31 – Pop - 3,155,751,254

Gen 32 – Pop - 4,513,548,760

Gen 33 – Pop - 6,455,553,930

Gen 34 – Pop - 9,233,128,689

Gen 35 – Pop - 14,432,120,827

Gen 36 – Population - 0

I think I invented this setting purely so that I could have aquatic trains and submarine / blimp warfare. I should make a tag for this, s I can find the older posts.