Episode 01 “Riding the Void Tides”
Evening, Chroma. If this crackle reaches your cochlear, you’ve slipped past CorpSec’s jammer nets—cheers to illicit bandwidth. Tonight we chart what every spacer whispers about but few survive: The Void as Ocean.
The Blue‑Water Analogy
Imagine Old‑Earth’s Pacific—vast, merciless, salted with wrecks. Now chill it to three Kelvin, flatten the waves, and swap hungry sharks for gravitational riptides. That’s the Void Current, an invisible tide captains surf to shave hours off a burn.
Supply Lines = Trade Winds
Freight crews cling to Supply Corridors the way century‑old clippers hugged the Gulf Stream. Nav AIs crunch vectors, but superstition still grips the helm: reactor talismans, synth‑feather charms, and a final cofferdam check—because one mis‑aligned sling‑shot angle and you spin into dead space where rescue pings go to die.
Why Stray at All?
Simple: profit. Prospectors brave uncharted knots and sometimes surface with mineral scans fat enough to buy an upper‑tier condo overlooking the glimmer‑streets. More often, S&R drones recover a drifting tombstone packed with dehydrated dreams.
“Space isn’t empty—it’s just sleeping with one eye open.” —Dock‑yard proverb