Thread:M. Wissing/@comment-32979559-20170919133520





 The concept for my world came from a late night hypothetical discussion with a group of friends about how and where we'd like to be buried after we die, and better ways to handle our funeral system.

   My World and it's large salmon colored moon exists 1500 hundred years after its people reach the great tech-boom which our current world is approaching. By that time, electronic technology has been made efficient, renewable, and has caused their cultural and mental development to reach an evolutionary plateau. As technology advanced, the people of this world were able to construct a reality of their wildest imaginings, and so lost touch with what was actually real, vs what was just a concept, which they had arbitrarily created.

   The story of this world surrounds how these people decide to handle their dead, and takes places on their large slalom colored moon, which is further away than our moon. If our moon looks to be the size of a white dinner plate in the sky, theirs would look like a light salmon colored berry.

   The idea is that due to over population, the cultures of the world decide to send their dead into space to be buried on their closest moon. After centuries of practicing this, both the world and the funerary colony located on the moon itself have formed both a reality and a religion around this practice. The world becomes more blindly and ignorantly utopian, and the moon becomes stranger and more decrepit, as its low-technology culture forms around the practice of handling another worlds dead     