Excerpt from The Zepia Rebirth (Fiction Story) by Vander. (Please note all references and descriptions are purely fictional and are not in relation to real world entitles).
Chapter 1, Part 3:
The year was 5090, in Zepia, an independent planet. Time had progressed with man in the propagation of technological systems and the development of infrastructures in monumental leaps. Humans were taking control over their lives and had shaped their destiny. They had adapted and innovated an abstract post-modernity. Zepia Humans, or Zepians, began to multi-dimensionally print their food from tablets to the utmost precise texture and taste, drove cars into skies at rocket speeds, and cultivated green plants that no longer perished. Trading currency was in the form of points reflected on eye retinas on regular scans at electromagna shops. Fingerprints could also release buying points registered in their dermascopic material to merchants and the change of these points conducted at specific planetary stations. People worked and lived in soaring towers suspended in air due to Plancko-quantum gravity manipulating generators. Least paltry, the living population were not merely a forthcoming of the future – they were Gods of their own will.
Our planet Zepia existed on its own right from the beginning, and was widely referred by our citizens as “The Colony”. My people call me Tyran, Captain of our Colony Militia, The Volkans. We served the King of our Colony Zepia, King Xarv, a just and gentle ruler, 16th descendant of the Xarv Royals. Our Colony fought in several war expeditions and kept out our long-time enemies from the North and South colonies of the galaxy. There were a couple of planets that we had heard about, such as the one we refer as N2E, natively termed ‘Earth’ - about their bountiful forestations, vast mountains and blue seas that never ceases to amaze us. We loved these stories when we were little, our parents reciting bewitching lines from a folklore book of their lands as we listened wide-eyed in disbelief until we nod our heads off blissfully into slumber. The weather in Zepia is almost always cold at 5 degrees, and our skin were so naturally thick to endure the extreme conditions but even still, our nation had fashioned the donning of hyperdown acrylic jackets and jumpsuits.
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities.