Handwavium.
The stuff of dreams, found in 2007, it is an unknown substance from an unknown source, impossible to characterize by science. Some would call it living; given that it will grow under certain conditions; given that it has a strange set of rules--the first and foremost of which being the preservation of life; and given last-most but most importantly of all: it has a mind of its own, and was prone to flights of whimsy. Some would call it mankind's salvation, a miracle from the stars that was sent to lift Up all of mankind. Others consider it a temptation from demons and devils, meant to lead mankind astray with false promises.
Mostly used by the fen--those especially zealous fans of science fiction and fantasy utterly devoted to their beloved shows and fiction--not because of the dangers that can come with living in space, but because only the fen were mad enough to use it. Only the fen were mad enough to feed handwavium, to give it direction and purpose through exposure to their media, through their hopes, through their dreams. It would feed upon their ideals and ideas somehow, growing and expanding, multiplying and transforming into a thousand breeds, each one incorperating a different idea or concept to aid in its transmutations.
Things treated with handwavium became something more, something different, something fantastical even. Science couldn't explain how it performed its miraculous transformations, even if it did eventually catch up to the 'how' of what many of the transformed objects did. Eventually. Kind of, more than a decade later. But by then, fear had come and gone, driving those who wished to help the world Up, giving them wariness, outcasting and alienating them.
Those who embraced their dreams built the impossible; from the topless towers of Helium, to Crystal Cities hidden in fog, to grand glittering gems hanging not so alone in the night. They went Out There, slipping beyond the surly bonds of Earth to creat a world unlike what anyone could dream of. And it was good, for a time. Troubles would catch up to them, the dream would tarnish in the face of reality, only to be polished up again by those who never gave up on it. They built worlds they would be proud to pass down to their children, and to their children's children.
Most of them, anyway.
Others never left. Some remained; whether because they were too busy living their lives to truely LIVE, or because their dreams remained with the Earth and its bounds, or because their dreams had not yet come to call upon them. These dreams in waiting dreamed their little dreams just beneath the surface, ever so occasionally breaking out into another great exodus to the starways above when finally prodded into blooming life. So, it isn't such a surprise when a man and his three daughters get fed up with living without LIVING and went up, when the dreams that kept them Earthbound were finally broken and shattered to leave them only with the promise of the stars above, when they finally dreamed a little dream and went on to become a BIG influence on the fen above.
And so our tale begins. Technically it was born in late 2010 when a show about little talking ponies stared making waves of the not-exactly water kind to catch the attention of the entire solar system. In reality, it began with the life of a certain fen of that show got ahold of a little vial of handwavium in the summer of 2011, and set in motion of the best worst idea of his entire life. With three unexpected little results, his story grew a lot more complicated, and so did his plans. The obnoxious black suits came a while later.
Ha-HA! Oh, you have no idea of how mad of a tale it is. No idea at all.
The stuff of dreams, found in 2007, it is an unknown substance from an unknown source, impossible to characterize by science. Some would call it living; given that it will grow under certain conditions; given that it has a strange set of rules--the first and foremost of which being the preservation of life; and given last-most but most importantly of all: it has a mind of its own, and was prone to flights of whimsy. Some would call it mankind's salvation, a miracle from the stars that was sent to lift Up all of mankind. Others consider it a temptation from demons and devils, meant to lead mankind astray with false promises.
Mostly used by the fen--those especially zealous fans of science fiction and fantasy utterly devoted to their beloved shows and fiction--not because of the dangers that can come with living in space, but because only the fen were mad enough to use it. Only the fen were mad enough to feed handwavium, to give it direction and purpose through exposure to their media, through their hopes, through their dreams. It would feed upon their ideals and ideas somehow, growing and expanding, multiplying and transforming into a thousand breeds, each one incorperating a different idea or concept to aid in its transmutations.
Things treated with handwavium became something more, something different, something fantastical even. Science couldn't explain how it performed its miraculous transformations, even if it did eventually catch up to the 'how' of what many of the transformed objects did. Eventually. Kind of, more than a decade later. But by then, fear had come and gone, driving those who wished to help the world Up, giving them wariness, outcasting and alienating them.
Those who embraced their dreams built the impossible; from the topless towers of Helium, to Crystal Cities hidden in fog, to grand glittering gems hanging not so alone in the night. They went Out There, slipping beyond the surly bonds of Earth to creat a world unlike what anyone could dream of. And it was good, for a time. Troubles would catch up to them, the dream would tarnish in the face of reality, only to be polished up again by those who never gave up on it. They built worlds they would be proud to pass down to their children, and to their children's children.
Most of them, anyway.
Others never left. Some remained; whether because they were too busy living their lives to truely LIVE, or because their dreams remained with the Earth and its bounds, or because their dreams had not yet come to call upon them. These dreams in waiting dreamed their little dreams just beneath the surface, ever so occasionally breaking out into another great exodus to the starways above when finally prodded into blooming life. So, it isn't such a surprise when a man and his three daughters get fed up with living without LIVING and went up, when the dreams that kept them Earthbound were finally broken and shattered to leave them only with the promise of the stars above, when they finally dreamed a little dream and went on to become a BIG influence on the fen above.
And so our tale begins. Technically it was born in late 2010 when a show about little talking ponies stared making waves of the not-exactly water kind to catch the attention of the entire solar system. In reality, it began with the life of a certain fen of that show got ahold of a little vial of handwavium in the summer of 2011, and set in motion of the best worst idea of his entire life. With three unexpected little results, his story grew a lot more complicated, and so did his plans. The obnoxious black suits came a while later.
Ha-HA! Oh, you have no idea of how mad of a tale it is. No idea at all.