Phase Q/Next
You and your Flowriser compas merge into one being. You feel free to come and go as you please.
With an ease the likes of which you’ve never before experienced, you travel freely through space, changing form as you please.
When you want to, you explore the distant landscapes of exotic planets.
When you’re curious, you dive into the fusion super-reactors at the heart of nearby stars.
For the fun of it, you create new species of life, gifting the flash of sentience to mere inert matter.
The Flowriser tubeworks have evolved into a new level of your people.
Phase Q.
Gone are the Triads. Gone for good.
Gone are the squaddies that hunted you down.
Gone are the residents, who turned a blind eye, who turned you in.
Here are your dreams, together with the dreams of your allies.
You swim through a seemingly timeless dance of love, of laughter, of life.
You don’t hear music anymore, because you feel the beauty from the essence of music itself.
You don’t even see the light that you give off. You have grown so luminous, yet without the need for light for yourself, for you no longer use sight. Now you feel the clarity, the illumination, the brilliance that gives light its shine. Without ever laying eyes on the stuff.
Now you have a direct bridge between energy and thought. What once took you many hard years of digestion and processing, now appears transparently to you, instantly.
Yet, you still have a feeling of emptiness, and worse, a feeling of fear.
What happened to all those people who once helped you? And what about those innocent residents, who turned a blind eye to your previous struggles? Were they really to blame? Wouldn’t you have done the same?
In your new ultrafarsightedness, you cast about for answers. Seeing out beyond the edges of the stellar system, beyond the nearest stars, between the atoms all around you, no obvious explanation appears.
Even the Triads -- did they really deserve the destruction they got? Which you played a role in delivering?
And what about this place? It’s so different than who you were. Will you survive the transition for long?
Your doubts spiral ever higher. And each bit of agony hurts you more now, now that you have greater mental sensitivity. Even a modest slight feels epic when your mind stretches across lightyears.
Looking around at the former Flowrisers, now brilliant balls of light, you wonder what they think.
Before even needing to speak any thoughts, in your abstract state your thoughts project throughout the Fyuchee community.
A chorus of diverse answers chime in.
“Seek your vision.”
“Who are you?”
“Why does it matter?”
“What do you think?”
“What are you going to do about it?”
The responses come back, faster than you could reply.
Drowning in information, it remains up to you to make a decision.
You now see the onset of the Flowriser age. Yet, you have serious doubts and fears concerning how you got here, and where you will go next.
What do you do?
Phase Q: An interactive adventure.
