Alright, here's the first post. This is really just to set the scene, show you what exactly is going on. A more indepth explenation of Neuracomp so you can all get a feel for it and make your own descisions about how it would be. -- Welcome to Kiyonis

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Date Posted: 19:57:01 07/19/01 Thu
Author: Rayle
Subject: Alright, here's the first post. This is really just to set the scene, show you what exactly is going on. A more indepth explenation of Neuracomp so you can all get a feel for it and make your own descisions about how it would be.

A bleak night has fallen upon Kiyonis. A night, in truth, like many other nights spent in the city-state. The clubs and cyber-caf�s thrive, well, as close to thriving as one can get when half your patrons are stoned. Neon lights shower the streets with a flickering, heatless glow, the moon providing almost no illumination, and few stars pierce the thick layer of industrial smog hanging above the skyscrapers. Music, or what passes for music, pours from the clubs and throbs through the avenues and alleyways like tainted lifeblood.

There is other music too, the music of the city; twanging screams of pain and passion punctuate the night, the occasional screeches of tires and car-horns mix themselves in, while gunshots and explosions provide an unsteady rhythm. All set to the humming backgrounds of industrial machinery. People laugh and work, live and die, each playing his part in the ensemble of the streets. That is the city music, the music to which Kiyonis and it�s inhabitants dance to while they go about there lives. It is not, by any means, a pretty song, it is harsh, and discordant, but it keeps Kiyonis going, it keeps its people going. The music has no recognizable conductor or bandleader. That is because no one can, at least no one should, lead it, and bend it, and shape it. It is the dancers who are the ones who direct the music of the city.

But recently, someone, well something rather, has been trying to alter the rhythm and the beat, mute some instruments, or remove them entirely, while making others louder. They are trying to change the song. And this conflict, though only few of the dancers have paid it any heed yet, is making the song even more discordant than usual. And now, only now, are the dancers really beginning to notice.

The friction began about six months ago, with the erection of a massive structure near the center of Kiyonis. A building that is, if nothing else, a tribute to architecture. Not the type one usually sees in the modern city state though. Seen from above it is rectangular in form with each face in the shape of a trapezoid. The back and sides slope inwards, stopping about ten stories up at a flat roof, with another, smaller construct on top, in the middle of the roof. This construct is a rectangle with exactly the same proportion of the rest of the building, only smaller, so it occupies roughly half the roof. The front of the building is flat, the roof extending maybe halfway down the front slopes, the rest of the space reserved for stunning gardens and statuaries. The entrance consists of a wall of glass, with six massive pillars placed between the panes. Two towering glass doors, which are almost always left open, serve as the entrance. Most of the building is a shimmering black. All in all, it looks like an ultra-modern cross between a pyramid and roman temple, with just enough gothic architecture to give it the feel of a church.

A holo-generator on the very top of the roof projects an image that had been ingrained into the minds of millions; two hands held together, as if offering you something. Above them is a face that could be male or female looking up into the heavens, set against the raid sun. The whole thing radiates a light that could very easily have been from some deity or other. It it, essentially, just the sort of thing you�d expect to see as a church symbol, except for one detail. The figure wears a brainjack�

This is the Church of Neuracomp. This is the new conductor.
Tonight happens to be one of the few there is not a crowd in front of the building. That is because tonight is the church monthly Cleansing of Within. As such, many Neuracomp followers are at home meditating and fasting, cleaning their mind and body of evils and impurities. The Church itself is doing the same thing. Well, performing maintenance and updating the network and mainframe that is.

But tommorow is Sunday, the Holy day, and millions will flock to the church�s gates, ready to attend the Truth Speakings, to have their minds bombarded with ideals and morals, concepts, viewpoint, opinions and facts. But most of all they want to get access to the Enlightenment Nodes. They go to connect themselves to the church itself on the deepest possible level. And to emerge, knowing, or at least believing that they have truly been touched by the Transcendent One. Only to return next week when the machines are activated again. They�d return in a few hours if they could, when the feeling of ecstasy wears off. The Church, however, knows that to make people wait for what they want, jut like any good dealer.

Neuracomp doctrine states that the world is fundamentally flawed, and that the only way to remedy this is to abandon all things unnecessary, all things that taint the soul, and to connect your self with the Transcendent one, then you will be redeemed. Any who do not do this are seeking to corrupt the world, and are destroying the noble cause of Nearacomp.

They sound like most western religions, and as such have much holy might and influence to live up to. And much, much, bloodshed...

Okay, wow, that became incredibly long. *nervous smile* My apologies, I just really get into what I write *bows*. Yes, I know that at this point there is not much action going on, I�ll post again tomorrow with something that actually involves characters (Oh the horror!). Like I said this just gave me a chance for a better explanation of Neuracomp, a bit of foreshadowing, and some cool metaphors. By all means tell me what you think at this point (Or at any point), comments, questions, ideas, flames, whatever. Anyway, right now I don�t have nearly enough energy to write another proper post, so see yah tomorrow then.

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