A Traveller's Stories - Utopian Vacations



  • 15th of March, 0 BBT
  • Confluence of Empires, Terragen Space
  • Khulvreij Star System
  • United Polities of Rheldann


The Rheldann Orbital, seen from a distance.



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As an inhabited system of the Confluence, Khulvreij was old, very old. Originally surrounded by a small and unassuming planetary system, colonization efforts first began around the highly-metallic yellow dwarf in the 6200s BBT through the work of the terragen HyperAI Dominion Dream With Me. The recently ascended intelligence, acting as part of the primary corewards wavefront of Confluent expansion in the first millennium of the empire, wished to create a new center of urbanized civilization by building a banks orbital. While this might not have seemed so impressive to the sensibilities and standards of the modern era, given how common vast structures of that scale had become throughout the Confluence, back in those days solid megastructures bigger than McKendree cylinders could be counted on the hand of a baseline human.

During the century of carefully-planned work necessary to dismantle and transform the natural resources of the system into their vast new world, Dream had publicly streamed the construction’s progress to the entirety of the Confluence, attracting more and more attention from the core systems and older colonies where the presence of civilization had already started to become ancient and capillary. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to build and design their own novel environments and societies, many independent groups of colonists arrived in the system even before the megastructure’s completion, stationing themselves in orbit of the star within safe areas selected by Dream, by law the owner of Khulvreij.

As soon as the construction process reached completion and the colonists could move in to inhabit the orbital, the development of its surface exploded in both speed and diversity: intricate and balanced ecologies quickly populated the vast continents and the surrounding waters, while glittering cities rose through the clouds and under the oceans, populated by all kinds of terragen and non-terragen species. Separate polities and associations developed on the ring, with Dream With Me (their mind now residing in the megastructure’s vast computronium banks) only providing resources to the groups and maintaining their politics and economies stable: after some time, these various polities officially formed a federation aptly known as the United Polities of Rheldann, the orbital’s new name. The fame of Dream’s project quickly grew and spread throughout the wider Confluence, so much so that Nixhoeils, back then still a Coempireal Prince, gifted the system an Astroduct connection to the nascent Wormwork.






In the six millennia hence, despite the fame of its first centuries having long faded in favour of newer and far larger projects, Rheldann has become one of the largest systems of the Mainlands aside from the Regional Capitals: in the modern era the system possesses multiple wormhole connections and has a population of 16 billion embodied sophonts belonging to many different clades, and more than 831 billion virtuals that reside in its vast computronium substrates. Dream With Me has also grown along with their creation, turning the system’s dyson swarm into a processor cluster and ascending to become a Coempireal Prince.

In the modern day the United Polities of Rheldann, though they were already in the path to become as such many millennia ago, are a highly diverse cyberdemocratic federation of post-scarcity independent polities and lower-level HyperAIs: its main constituent clades and cultures are of primarily Terragen ancestry, though with considerably non-Terragen overlap.

Despite its population, Rheldann still follows the average of most other megastructures and worlds in the Confluence: its habitable surface mostly consists of sparse regions usually left to their “natural” state with very, very low population density, interrupted by a few highly urbanized and densely-inhabited cities. Most buildings and settlements are built either on land or underwater, although multiple aerostatic towns and dwellings can be encountered moving around the ring’s atmosphere. Public transportation to and from different settlements and areas of the orbital is achieved through subterranean or above-ground vacuum trains, while transport within the settlements themselves is achieved through a wide variety of both public and private means.



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A plate-shaped HabShip approaching the Orbital.



Following the signing of the open tourism and migration pacts between the Union of Human States and the Confluence, the HabShip No Man Is An Island, But I Am had decided to tour around the Union to pick up any willing passengers and bring them back to the Confluence, so that they could tour around the vast civilization. After some previous stops throughout the outer regions and the mainlands, its next destination was Khulvrei, home to the renowned Rheldann Orbital and a major centre of Terragen and Coempireal civilization.

On one of the beaches of the plate-shaped island resort, a relatively unassuming human man was sleeping carelessly on a beach chair, under the golden rays of the HabShip’s fusion microsun. He was of slightly below-average height, and had dark curly hair with a slightly tanned complexion: when embarking on the cruise he had hoped to be able to tan more, but the resort’s staff informed him that the microsun did not emit UV-radiation.

Suddenly, the sand besides him began to rise, reorganizing itself in the approximate shape of a floating tetrahedron. An appendage emerged out of one of its faces, and extended itself to gently tap on the man’s arm: it was the HabShip itself.

“Excuse me for bothering you sir, but we are about to reach your selected destination. Tracking procedures will commence in about thirty minutes.”

Startled by the unexpected interaction, Morgan “Starkiller”, one of the best pilots the UHS had ever seen, woke up.

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Morgan lifted his sunglasses and looked at the thing that woke him. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but it still was a blob of floating sand. He thought the Envari had advanced tech, but this place was a damn fever dream.

“I’m up, I’m up. Just give me a moment.” He waved the sand construct away, stretched and rubbed his eyes again to fully wake up.

Morgan gathered his things, stuffing them into a green, military issue bag with multiple, colorful badges and patches on it. He put on a white shirt with a decal of a fighter jet flying in front of a red star and Starkiller written below it in large red letters. Some people already told him that wearing your own merch might be too much, but the design was just too good to pass up. Besides, while people in the UHS would know him just from his face, the Confluence might need a bit more obvious sign.

He made way to the ship’s hangar where his plane stood. Well, not exactly a plane. It was more of a small starship, though it could fly in armosphere and function as a multirole aircraft, both in and out of the atmosphere. He suggested calling it a starplane or a starfighter, but so far all the army beurocracts haven’t cought on.

The machine had the silhouette of a modern jet aicraft, but larger in all dimensions. It was matt silver with a UHS roundel, red stripes and his personal insignia, a red star pierced by a sword. It had a set of guns at the front and an automatic turret at the top. Multiple missles were atrached at the wings and at the bottom there were the doors of a bomb bay. But the most interesting things were inside. It was outfitted with a lot of Envari technology, which the UHS managed to get through partnerships with various entities from the Free States. It was made from stronger materials, had energy weapons, forcefields, a neural interfaces, advanced sensors and a void drive, which allowed travel through the so called “White Void”.

It was a cutting edge development, one that likely wouldn’t be in active service. But Morgan has gotten quite famous after streak of successes while serving the UHS’s military mission to the Free States, so his “PR team” decided it would be best to give him a unique aircraft. He also got hus buddy, Cassian, to work on it. He was a brilliant engineer, but, more importantly, he knew how to get things done without the constant delays of paperwork, regulations and tests.

Eventually Morgan reached the hangar and got to the plane. He threw in his bag into the bag alongside his other baggage and began doing pre-flight checks. As the habship got in range of Rhelldan, Morgan fired it up. As he gripped the control hoystick he actived the neural link. Suddenly he could see the HUD in front of his eyes without the helmet display and could intimately feel the entire craft. With a single thought he got everything adjusted for takeoff and fired the engines. He felt the familiar push of g-force as it accelerated and immediatly felt the rush of excitement it always brought him.

When he started getting his first serious military successes, his life changed a lot. Now, besides just flying, he had to do tours, meet with reporters, star in commercials and helped train new recruits. He didn’t mind the publicity and attention. Actually he rather liked it. But it also meant he couldn’t fly as much and especially not in dangerous areas. Now that he was the ace of aces, it got even worse. He just couldn’t bear the constant arguments with his commanders and getting grounded for attenpts to fly anyways. They must have been tired too because they let him take a holiday in the Confluence.

As he flew over Rhelldann, he did a few tricks in the air. “Lets see what this place has to offer.”

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Heading towards the megastructure, only then did Morgan properly realize how big it actually was: if the 15 kilometers long HabShip he just departed from was a behemoth for his standards, then he really didn’t have the words to describe how mind-bogglingly vast Rheldann was.

While he accelerated “above” the inner ring’s mosaic of continents and oceans, his plane received an incoming transmission: some sort of automated guidance system, it seemed, hailing him from the Orbital’s primary spaceport. Morgan accepted the transmission: he could get there on his own without any issue, but it was best not to go against protocol before even setting foot on the strange world.



THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTOMATED GUIDANCE SYSTEM OF RHELDANN’S PRIMARY SPACEPORT. PILOT MORGAN “STARKILLER” OF THE UNION OF HUMAN STATES, PLEASE FOLLOW THE HIGHLIGHTED PATH TO THE DESIGNATED TRACKING PORT. IF YOU DEEM IT NECESSARY, THE AUTOMATED GUIDANCE SHEPHERD SYSTEM CAN BE ACTIVATED TO TOW YOUR SHIP TO THE SELECTED DESTINATION.

WELCOME TO RHELDANN. ENJOY YOUR STAY! :]



Morgan, ever reluctant to obey orders, begrudgingly followed the trajectory now displayed on the plane’s screens, but incontrovertibly refused to be “herded” by any other pilot or droid.

After some minutes of travel, the primary spaceport was finally in view, an odd but admittedly remarkable structure: most of it developed out of the uppermost half of a large spoke that protruded for thousands of kilometers from one of the Orbital’s atmosphere retention rimwalls. Tracking stations of all sizes could be seen dotting many fractally-arranged branches protruding from the massive spoke, with swarms of ships coming to and away from them like bees around a flower, all coordinated by the same central guide that had just contacted Morgan’s ship. Rings of tiny lights dotted the side of the spoke submerged in the darkness: it was hard to imagine how many floors the spaceport must have had, regardless of their height, and how long the descent to the surface was going to be.

The outlines of a very large tracking port’s entrance lit up on the screens in front of him. The exterior gravity levels suddenly spiked as he entered the threshold of the structure, where the docks’ projected gravity fields also began: as was standard for many spaceports across the Confluence, these were programmed to make landings and takeoffs easier by gently pulling down ships or giving them extra propulsion during their departure.

Without noticing the automated assist Morgan landed his plane in the port, admist massive HabShips and even a couple of what he’d recognize later as warships of the Confluent Armed Forces. After turning off the engines and gathering his belongings, the pilot got off of his beloved plane and started making his way to the spaceport’s central hub, following illuminated signs suspended in the air or appearing over the walls. Around him large crowds of people moved around, going towards the hub like he was, or to the HabShips they planned to embark on: it would be an understatement to say he had badly assumed what “human” or “with Earth ancestry” meant in the Confluence.

A dog and a large snake, both floating on glittering clouds and dressed with flowy clothes surpassed him while cheerfully conversing; a very tall “human” woman quickly passed besides him, her skin glowing with the moving patterns and colors of an aurora borealis and her chest illuminated with some strange purple orb; a small group of dolphins, each vastly different from the other, clicked in rapid sequence as they talked to one another abour visiting a new art exposition; an antopomorphic cat dressed in elegant cheeta print (that seemed distasteful) jokingly cackled as she exchanged jokes with some weird humanoid that had a large floating star where their head should have been; two short hexapodal robots exchanged data about a newly developed virtual world in a nearby star cluster through a “high five”; and to top it all off a tree strolled besides him, while they browsed information about some relatively obscure polity located on the other side of the Confluence. The few “normal-looking” humans he saw were of slight comfort to Morgan.





Now, of course, its not as if this display of potent… uniqueness actually unsettled him. He had heard plenty, sometimes even through first-hand accounts from colleagues here and there, about how people in the Confluence were very casual about body modifications for non-practical purposes, and that most of the population was very much not human or not even biological. But still, listening to some odd stories told in bars and looking at a few images was definitely far from seeing and experiencing the real thing.

Walking amidst the flowing masses and looking at the giant, almost impossible-looking ships stationed throughout the various megahangars of the spaceport, Morgan eventually reached the central hub. Consistent with the other spaces, the circular room must have been more than three kilometers high, and a bit more than that in width: enormous windows overlooked the glowing blue-green arch that Rheldann drew in the starry skies outside, with their uppermost sections partially obscured by the small clouds that gently moved across the hub’s ceiling. Meanwhile, back on the surface odd peoples moved to and from restaurants, entertainment centers and shops of all kinds: though the spaceport was effectively bustling, the place was so expansive that, apart from some select locations, it all felt very sparse and calm. In fact, the central hub looked more like a large amphiteatre-shaped town - that someone somehow put indoors - than any spaceport he had ever seen. There were even some parks and gardens scattered throughout!

Though everything was already very odd, there was a particular feature of the room that stood out to him most: at the center of the hub, perhaps two kilometers away from where Morgan was, large pillars wide enough to be individually distinguishable from that distance rose from the floor to the ceiling in the dozens. Judging by the softly glowing arrows and colored lines that decorated the floor, those must have been the main elevators that would get him down to the surface of Rheldann proper. Right as he figured that out, a multi-carriage tram passed by on some suspended maglev tracks not too far beside him, seemingly heading off towards the elevators: after checking at some sort of information panel, he could simply take a shuttle at one of the stations to reach the pillars. That, or he could have just walked. Either or.

However, before setting off to do any of that, Morgan thought it would be best to rest for a moment and freshen up. He hadn’t eaten anything in hours, so maybe getting some food wouldn’t have been a bad idea: prior to embarking the habship that brought him here, he had jokingly asked one of his superiors if he would have had to eat lots of weird alien food, but they actually reassured him with all seriousness that almost all dishes and variations of human food from both inside and outside the Union were readily available all throughout the Confluence. Add to that the fact that a considerable amount of the coempireal population was Earth-descended in both species and culture, finding food and drink shouldn’t have been much of a problem at all. A friend of his had even told him that in the Confluence you could feast like a king every meal for free without a hassle, but he still had his doubts about that.

With a bit of diffidence, he picked up something quick to eat from one of the nanofabricators close to him, and sat down on a large puffy couch in what looked to be a common sitting area. As he ate his pierogis, someone sitting on a large cushion close to him suddenly called for his attention. It was a large golden octopus, their skin decorated with neon blue cybernetic tattoos the likes of which Morgan had seen in a confluent fashion forum while lounging on the habship’s beach.

”Meat and potato pierogis, nice. Real Old-Terra style, ahah. You’re a foreigner, right? From the UHS, I presume? I haven’t seen someone so amazed and confused at the same time since I met a Drakari visiting my home habship some 700 years ago. The name’s Khalir, and welcom to the Confluence! Are you here for business or pleasure, if I can ask?”

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