A digital art collection on the Solana blockchain

From the embers of society long forgotten a new underground formed. The Commander, the leader of the digitised was a cold and callous being. Self-developed, he was all machine with the conscience of a politician and the deviance of a criminal. While the underground functioned seamlessly without a need for capital consumption, The Commander was wracked with greed. His mission, like all Aventars, was to gain the highest intellect; foraging in the wrecks of the past for higher knowledge. Aventars were not permitted to venture above out of their stations unless enlisted on excavation missions. The Commander pitted Aventars against one another, each must fight to the death to earn a place in The Commander’s mob. When a fight was due to commence a homing signal stretched through the underground and all the Aventars made their way to the streets to find out which Aventars would brawl.

The Aventar race has not only collected the remaining data from humanity they collected its very downfall. Greed. Ego. Lust. The new age of Aventars has no functional need for sex though this doesn’t stop each of them from frequenting the only bordello in the underground. On entrance a shot of tequila to release all inhibitions, code translated from cinematic and philosophical records of ancient perversion. The male and female forms are the anatomy of the past, though the seeking of pleasure and yearning for satisfaction remains. In this brothel of ages, Aventars can sit and subconsciously ruin any woman of their choosing, downloading records of sexual encounters and repeating and retaining information.

Amongst these punters are Kade and Axel. A friendship of sorts formed from old practices of kinship bonded the two. Kade, a cold and calculating machine who absorbed much of his intellect from excised police and government databases. From this, his cunning and expert cloned character revelled in communications of redundant criminal records, violently described crime scenes and photographic evidence. For Kade, each scenario he encounters he enacts following a suit of the regiment. Pilfer. Pillage. Purge. Taken from the days and records long passed of ancient pirates from lands far more tangible than the one Kade finds his existence. For Kade conflict and violence manifests in different ways. In some cases, his intentions are clear and instantly gratifying, in others his dataset copies suit from state secrets and international coverup conspiracies that implored a waiting game for vengeance. Kade’s unquenchable thirst for higher knowledge, understanding and perception stemmed further than binary = kill.

Axel’s mastery of the forgotten land was absorbed fleetingly, tapping mainly into the mainframe of abandoned medical records and communications databases. He did not have the same violence within his code as Kade. Axel’s makeup though equally as determined as Kade’s fell short in mastermind tactics of warfare and conflict. In true Aventar nature, he was desperate to gain knowledge and a higher understanding of their existence and he would stop at nothing to get it.

Amidst the perversion and digitised penetration smogged by cigarette smoke and pouring alcohol, the homing signal began to ring. A twitching erupted in Kade and Axel and the rest of the bar instantly. In one swift mechanical movement, each Aventar stood to attention, leaving their stations of depravity and unconsciously making their way to The Commander’s call.

In the street of the underground, the Aventars bustled and milled. Their movements mimicked that of a busy morning full of commuters absently fixated on the tasks of the day. Regimented by fabricated restraints tethering them to the tiny handheld devices recording each detail of their day for consumption. At the meeting place, the Aventars formed in uniform around the ring. Hanging over them were two screens with endless code rolling. Beneath them was a podium where The Commander held his court, there was no need for introductions or formal welcoming, instead the reels of code began to run.

The first two names flashed and contenders were beckoned inside the ring. These fights were brutal and caging bolts and screws flew into the onlookers who had placed bets on who would succeed. When the fight was over there was a transfer of data, the winner absorbed all knowledge and intel from its conquest and thus became the newest member of The Commander's army. Countless pairs took to the ring with only one exiting. The final two names were drawn. On one screen Kade, the other Axel.

The story will be continued...