14:59I had such an awesome dream.
15:10Next. Many hundreds of years have passed, but the world is kind of the same. We are hanging out in a location that's like a spaceship, but looks more like the vaults from Fallout. We are flying through space—I don't remember the plot—but it was cool. Through the porthole, another part of the ship is visible, which is like a separate ship, and we are kind of inside a rotating ring? And we are flying toward a system with several stars and a black hole. Then, probably, another timeline jump? It turns out that all this time we were flying on a planet (no idea where the ring-shaped ship from the previous iteration went then, it just disappears and is replaced by a planet), and we've been flying like this for hundreds of generations, since the first part of the dream about fantasy stuff, and we are already approaching the goal. We stepped onto the surface; it was very beautiful there. It looked like a city in the late USSR—Soviet style, architecture, vibes of residential districts, but everything is new and beautiful, signs polished, clearly built or renovated recently. In the sky is that same system: several suns, the center of the galaxy shines brightly even during the day, and on the horizon are some red artifacts like game glitches—an effect from the proximity of a black hole. We went to some kind of scientific building as a support group for our... acquaintance? Who was saying something there regarding the flight. We arrived, hung out there, and I woke up.
Who are we? No idea. A group of unidentified people.
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15:39But, as with all generation ships, everything goes wrong. The main core—scientists, guys responsible for the planet's movement—stay in underground bunkers, and there are quite a few of them, plus workers and all that. And ordinary people live on the surface, under a dome. And they slowly start to go feral. Not completely wasted, but forgetting technologies, considering them magic, cities as ruins of the ancients, living in wooden houses and all that. The tone of the narrative becomes fantasy—the same plague with the search for a magical cure—but at some point, there is a clash between surface dwellers and underground Wizards, and the latter realize they got too caught up in their own problems and ignored what was happening above. They start paying attention, progressing civilization back again.
Slowly we fly toward the goal, closer to the center of the galaxy. The planet is shaken—more stars, gravity, and interesting radiation; we have to maneuver carefully. It turns out that the star they were flying toward also managed to get F'd. They run calculations and it turns out it would be convenient to enter the orbit of a black hole; they attract a lot of interesting things, all sorts of energy and matter, and one can sit there for a long time stably and catch the goodies flying by. Everyone is shocked at first, but in the end, that's what they do and they become a fashionable successful civilization.
I see a cycle of novels.
1. Fantasy, POV of surface dwellers. Modern devices and technologies are described as magical artifacts of the ancients, clumsily and mysteriously, but the reader guesses what's what; vigilance is lulled by various monsters, sorcerers, and ambiance, and at the end, there is a meeting with scientists and then—plot twist.
2. The era of progressorship. People have already settled in normally, but some are xenophobic toward those from underground; they try to negotiate peace with them, but "pyash-pyash" happens. A connecting link so there isn't a sharp transition between books.
3. The part where they are at the center of the galaxy and enter the orbit of a black hole.
4. The future. Xenos find the remains of Earth, where life once was but has since vanished. Suddenly, a ship from an ultra-ancient, ultra-developed civilization that took over the center of the galaxy arrives—a civilization whose greatness is the subject of legends. And it turns out that Earth is their homeworld. Perhaps this is exactly where the flashback with the backstory described at the beginning happens.
18:01 Something in the spirit of Asimov's "Foundation" should result from this eventually, but less large-scale and epic.
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