Millennium 3000.
Social media and news? All streamed straight to datapads and jacked-in interfaces.
You didn't carry your device—you wore it. As a bracelet. A necklace. An earpiece. Gloves. You name it.
There were big media corps, sure. But the real juice came from the rogue wave—independent radios.
Run by enthusiasts, beaming across local galaxies.
Some got picked up by intergalactic repeaters and blasted all over the stars.
They called them i-Radios.
Operated by crews, couples... sometimes just a lone voice in the void.
Humans, aliens, cyborgs—didn't matter.
If you had signal, you had a story.
They weren't just broadcasters. They were a culture.
Hippie-coded. Cyberpunk to the core.
News freaks, pirate journalists, deep-space archaeologists digging up alien bones.
And then you had the entertainers.
Unfiltered. Loud. Hilarious. Loved.
The ones who made your orbit feel a little less cold.
Banista was one of those ships.
A scrappy little radio-vessel, drifting through Andromeda's neon-black.
Two cyborg brothers ran it—Keith and Crowbar.
Right now? Sitting in their rustbucket cockpit, beers in hand, mics hot, and ratings live-scrolling across their screen.
"Guys, Crowbar is totally into that hot cyberchick. He totally thinks he can make out with her."
"Why not? She's an AI. I'm an AI. We could last days doing it."
"When was the last time you were laid with a cyberchick?"
"Ignore him. He's an idiot. Back to Saiyaran's new supersoldier-turned-queen—she's been traveling around the universe on... peace delegations."
"We are going to miss her adventures though... all that kick-ass action."
"You bet. But sources indicate she might continue fighting independently."
"That's right, guys. The warrior queen will still be leading her army, if it comes to that. So Saiyara is still a no-go for the Thelarians."
"Don't mention the freaks out loud. A pirate ship could be nearby."
"If they're listening to our broadcast, it only means we're famous."
"You don't wanna end up in their secret labs, do you?"
"Nope! In other news, the Benyaran president resigns after a report reveals his ties to a mining company secretly funding his presidential campaigns."
"Hey, I'm gonna get some beer. You keep 'em hooked." Keith takes off his earpiece and leaves the cockpit cabin.
Crowbar takes over the radio:
"So this cyberbabe. I mean, can you believe it? She used to be a bounty hunter. Been to all these wild places. And those of you who've been obsessing about her—yes, she had an active sex life. Right after the queen's confession, hundreds of leaked footage of her strip dances went viral across the wire. And I'm telling you, she's really got a body to look at.
Do we love her? Hate her? 'Cause that's all history, right? Then she becomes a soldier. Years in service. Earns respect. Becomes a queen.
I mean, what right do we have to judge her? She was made from an AI that nearly destroyed Earth. So she's the daughter of a villain?
What must humans think about her, 'cause Earth is an ancient tale and she's already got the Saiyaran crown. Just look at this picture—this myth. Out of nowhere, she comes into our lives, and now she's everywhere.
There's always something about her. Some say she has alien genes that give her unique powers.
Imagine those dangerous monsters that show up from time to time on our screens. She's killed thousands of them alone, as a hunter and later as a soldier.
We have fucking Intergalactic Committee space commanders who are supposed to be protecting our asses, but then we just find out this chick has been doing the dirty work—cleaning the mess of our civilization.
Can you imagine that? This is wild... I'm a cyborg with... like, I could take ten people. But she's on another level.
We also have leaked footage of her taking down a 30-Goliath all by herself, and whatnot.
So yeah—who's this woman? Is she a machine, an alien, or a human? Or is she all of them?
Comment your thoughts on our live wire at Banista-037.
This is Crowbar from Radio Banista. Have fun, Andromedans, and keep a weather eye on the sky—a beautiful space babe just might fall in your laps."
Crowbar hangs up the broadcast as Keith returns, looking angry.
"Crowbar, you dumbass, did you forget to pick up the beer?"
"I thought we had the stash."
"We're out of stock, moron!"
"What do we do now?"
"Turn around. We're going back to the station."
"We just left the orbital station."
"Well, we're going back again."!