Radio Amor

This is a supplement for Lichoma: A Meatpunk TTRPG.

In a derelict field near the outskirts, almost past the walls, sit the last remnants of the world before Total Carnezation. Circuits wheeze and diodes gasp, searching feebly for some source of electricity. But the only generator out here is under a biomechanical lock with a digital key, forged by techeretics from the chaotic years between ages. Those voice boxes and speakers that still retain the ability to generate signal cry out for the warmth of an oscillating current, desperate for a final chance to function.
Time-lost legends say this junkyard is a tomb for the first and last cyborgs, a pair entwined through and beyond flesh, striving to create something more, something other, something ineffable. Yet in those days, as the Wen consolidated blood and power, the lovers found their digital destiny derailed and demolished. They sought to incorporate more biological elements into their sanctum, but the blood turned to pus even as they struggled to calcify their solder.

“Our flesh lay fractured yet bound beyond blood.” 

“Out in the cold, sometimes the greatest comfort is the warm hum of dying circuits.”

 “We wove the wires from tendon. Blood makes a fine capacitor, and gelatinized adipose insulates filament as well as firmament.” 

Analog meat//digital decay

Radio Amor is a micro-setting for Lichoma, featuring exocarnal materials, methods, and malaise. The Junked Defile stands adjacent to the Wen and represents a lost branch of history; one that was intentionally eliminated for its transgressions against the flesh. The scenario asks you consider the contexts of sensory processing and interface and the implications of metal in a world of meat.

Dicier font is by Speak the Sky.