A Place…
Welcome to remote collaborative world building. 18 students met for 7 weeks to collectively build a world in which an interactive comic would live. Using only the facilitation skills of Prof. Tony Patrick, a MURAL board, and the imagination of the class.
Below you will find the link to the MURAL
Give the origin story for a place located in the Hamburger City world.
The Life Factory
In the failing light of 2068 the LIFE FACTORY (LF) exists to prolong and in some cases duplicate life. A vast monolithic structure stands in the dry sands of the desert, adorned with little to know detail save for the piercing blue light emanating from small rectangular openings in the surface of the structure. A single door sits as close to the left side on each of four faces of the building. The door stands twice that of any being still living on this dying planet. Running the length of the door and only a few inches wide a dimly illuminated stripe sits just raised for the surface of the door. One can postulate that this stripe is how you would gain access into the LF, however, the LF is reserved for those considered to be Methusela’s children.
Great flying objects hover over the monolith and descend into the structure, oddly enough this seems to be a one-way entrance. There must be some subterranean passageway that leads from the lower levels of the LF. In the great silence that is the desert the whirring of the LF is barely audible but still produces an unsettling feeling to those who dwell miles from the source. About 150 yards from the monolith lies a ring of small, about a foot in diameter, holes which constantly produce a copper colored gas, thick as the ash that falls from the north. The noxious smell associated with the gas can be sensed from as far away as 10 miles, within one mile of the monolith a breathing device is recommended for those who still have olfactory senses. It burns the eyes and causes irritation in the throat.
One side of the building is home to a large pipeline, it must be 25 feet in diameter and raised at least 200 feet off the ground. The assumption is this pipeline delivers water to the LF. Water is the life-giver and thus must be used in the processes within the LF. Great statutes whose features have been worn away by time, parallel the pipeline on each. Stabbing nearly shoulder to shoulder as they fade into the distance. No one has been to the end of the pipeline, the distance too great to travel by any means the lower class possesses, and the upper classes don’t care where it comes from, only that they are entitled to the use of what it carries for their own personal gains.