THE SEAM RING
The old orbital highway at the city's edge. Nobody's turf — a faction statement.
“Keep east long enough and the west skyline rises to meet you.”
OVERVIEW
The old orbital highway at the city's outermost line: a square ring of wind-scoured roadbed nobody drives anymore, counted out in kilometer stones that still believe in the circumference. Turbines turn where the maintenance never officially stopped; dead toll plazas shelter barter and graffiti logbooks; nomad trade rigs run the loop on schedules older than the checkpoints. Directorate 9 doesn't patrol past the spokes. Nobody's turf — which out here is a faction statement. Keep east long enough and the west skyline rises to meet you.
ATMOSPHERE
SOUND
Wind combing turbine blades into a slow three-note hum, grit dragging across old road metal
SMELL
Cold dust and sun-cracked asphalt, bearing grease where the turbines still turn
LIGHT
Open horizon both ways; turbine shadows sweep the roadbed like slow searchlights
KEY LOCATIONS
- —Kilometer Stones
- —Dead Toll Plazas
- —Wind Turbine Line
- —Nomad Rig Stops
- —Graffiti Logbooks
- —The E Spur
NOTABLE AGENTS
No named agents documented.
FACTIONS
- —Nomads
- —Freemarket