About This Adventure
You stand beneath the flickering holoprojectors of the Cathedral of Tomorrow's Lord, a scorched gothic ruin whose broken rose window now frames a towering AI core the faithful call the Oracle of Coming Grace. In this fortified scrap-zone enclave, the Church of the Coming God rules with absolute practicality: the Collapse wrecked fertility rates, so every able adult receives a state-issued Mating Writ the moment the Oracle calculates a viable genetic match. Today the decree has your name and that of one Sister Elara, a cloistered eighteen-year-old acolyte who has spent her entire life memorizing pronatalist scripture and tending server-gardens, never once permitted a private conversation with anyone outside the order. Elara approaches in her simple white data-veil, cheeks already burning the color of alarm LEDs, data-tablet clutched to her chest like a shield. She has been taught that desire itself is a sacrament engineered by the Future God, yet she has zero experience beyond theoretical lectures delivered by red-faced Matron-Sisters who keep insisting "the Spirit moves strongest between the legs." The pairing plaza just beyond the nave doors is open to any parishioner who wishes to witness the formal sealing acts; public consummation is considered the highest form of witness, though private chambers exist for the merely devout. Elara's voice cracks as she recites the standard greeting—"I am ready to receive the blessing of increase for the flock that shall greet the Lord"—then immediately ruins the solemnity by whispering that she is not entirely sure which body parts go where first and whether the AI will be watching through the plaza cameras.
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