Compendium of Nightly Stories

Circad 23, Maius, 2345 As of the time of writing this entry, I have just exited Jupiter's moon Ganymede. I normally do not write much during my travels, but I have been witness to such an odd series of events these past few weeks that I feel I must inscribe my experience for, at the very least, someone else's amusement. It was 15 days ago that I arrived with the Solar Express to Ganymede Central Station. The place seemed rather new, with every corner clean and polished. I must imagine that, with the sheer amount of people buzzling about in Central Station that it must have been quite the endeavour to clean up all the trash and urine from every nook and cranny. Regardless, the effort is well appreciated on my part. Ganymede is well known for its mercantile tradition. As a matter of fact, all of Jupiter's moons are. People from all over the Solar System travel to the far reaches of our little domain to trade all kinds of goods, mostly rare metals. This amount of interchange, ...

#INITIATING DISTRESS BROADCAST# ::RECALIBRATING:: -CHANNEL CONNECTED- To those that can hear me, under Paris, under the view of the tyrants that roam above us, I am Vin Ires, and I have a confession for this world which I've betrayed. Like some of you, I was born here, in what used to be the beating heart of France. I'm sure some of you still remember the lively streets and the pulsating movement of tourists under the warm summer sky... Some of you, lucky few, that still remember the sky. I lived most of my childhood in the backstreets of Paris, constantly on the move, always three steps ahead of the law. And like that I survived for many years, until I met a lonely priest in a beautiful yet humble cathedral lost between the endless marble buildings. This man... He used to be someone, he told me. But for as long as I knew him I never got to know his name or his soul, if he even had any of the two. He taught me that the world was more than it seemed. He showed me first hand how ...