Life in the 32nd Century

Life in the 32nd century is hard to define, with planets having such diverse culture between themselves and sometimes within themselves. Globalization and the speed of information contribute to some uniformity within each world, when its available, and even from world to world though. And the dominating economy model of the galaxy ensure most of the connected worlds have something familiar for a traveler to cling on.

Few people ever live their home planets. They live, grow and die often in the same world, without even flying into the void. And among void travelers, the vast majority does FTL travel without using the portals. This means a spacer that does long hauls and cross galactic travel belongs to a very narrow group of people. Still they are not necessarily a elite. There are those that live in tiny quarters within big freighters and despite seeing many parts of the galaxy and having lots of story to tell, have a salary that barely enables them to buy the local booze. Monetary transactions are all done in a single currency, named simply ‘credits’. This came from the Terran Confederation unified coin, and all major galactic powers derivative, in a given moment, from planets trading directly with the confederation, and using this monetary system. Credits in physical form are rare but they exist, and are square pieces of a silver based alloy with internal circuits to verify authenticity. Those are more present where electric power is scarce or connections with the Ultra net is weak or even null.

There are a group of people that actually lives in the void without, many times, ever setting foot on solid ground. Space stations that grew so big they became settlements in the void, are now a common thing, specially around Portals, since many have huge spaceports for commercial and military ships to dock. Stations have their own culture, but they share some traits in common: Voidborns are used to tight quarters, synthetic food and may find a clearly marked day/night cycle odd, compared to simply station light control in main districts. Some think the whole concept of ‘sky’ to be alien, and feel panicked in immensities like a planet’s ocean. Developing something like the polar opposite of claustrophobia.

Life in the 32nd Century

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