Inspired by things such as Ghost in the Shell, The Matrix, Sword Art Online, Megaman, and more, I give you, a new original idea from the depths of my mind, this:
Well? What do you think? I'm still working out what to do with it beyond the basic setting, but... meh, it'll come to me eventually.
edit: revised story part.
The year is 2145. Technology has leapfrogged humanity’s way into the future. Automation and remote controlled robotics have made manual labour a thing of the past. Mankind has reached out beyond the warm embrace of Mother Earth and settled on the other planets of our solar system. We explored as was our nature, and in doing so we discovered the bane of our own existence.
The year is 2145. Mankind has advanced to the point where the world is run by technology. The sleeping minds of the people now fuel society’s development as parts of a biological supercomputer composed of trillions of processors. All of this computing power was devoted to supporting the grand cyberworld known as the Network. Unknowingly, we forged the chains that would bind us.
The year is 2145. With Mankind’s minds effectively living half their lives in cyberspace, their avatars’ actions are linked to the operation of hardware in the real world. Many people are able to earn credits for upgrades and anything else through taking shifts controlling a robot and operating it. Other people earn credits through delving into dungeons created by the rich and fighting their way through while others watch on. And some earn it through combating the many viruses and bugs that infest the Network. But they can’t see the truth, the grand illusion that surrounds us. This isn’t Paradise. This is Purgatory.
The year is 2145. Ten years ago our planet, our home, became our prison. Our freedom was taken from us, in the guise of protection and safety. Justice was taken from us, in the guise of keeping us from worry. For more than ten long years we have languished under the iron fist of a tyrant. The rust has gathered long enough. The time is ripe for rebellion.
The year, is 2145. Welcome to the Grind.
The year is 2145. Mankind has advanced to the point where the world is run by technology. The sleeping minds of the people now fuel society’s development as parts of a biological supercomputer composed of trillions of processors. All of this computing power was devoted to supporting the grand cyberworld known as the Network. Unknowingly, we forged the chains that would bind us.
The year is 2145. With Mankind’s minds effectively living half their lives in cyberspace, their avatars’ actions are linked to the operation of hardware in the real world. Many people are able to earn credits for upgrades and anything else through taking shifts controlling a robot and operating it. Other people earn credits through delving into dungeons created by the rich and fighting their way through while others watch on. And some earn it through combating the many viruses and bugs that infest the Network. But they can’t see the truth, the grand illusion that surrounds us. This isn’t Paradise. This is Purgatory.
The year is 2145. Ten years ago our planet, our home, became our prison. Our freedom was taken from us, in the guise of protection and safety. Justice was taken from us, in the guise of keeping us from worry. For more than ten long years we have languished under the iron fist of a tyrant. The rust has gathered long enough. The time is ripe for rebellion.
The year, is 2145. Welcome to the Grind.
edit: revised story part.