The city from the air at sunset: the neon coast, the towers and the burning harbor.
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Neonopolis
Orientation

You weren't supposed to get this. Somewhere in DIVA HQ, someone is already filling out the form for losing it.

The Neonopolis skyline at dawn, towers in pink haze above dark palms.

Welcome to Neonopolis

After the war, an emergency government was left standing. It never stood down, and its temporary posts never expired. Decades on, three institutions run everything:

  • The Council of Mothers. They legislate by viral consensus. You vote, it counts, and it counts more the more virtuous you've been.
  • The Sisterhood Syndicate. A biotech monopoly. It owns the infrastructure that owns your body.
  • The Ovarian Orthodox Church. It manages the calendar, the breeding permits, and what counts as a sin this quarter.

Nobody planned for all three to be in charge at once. Three organizations. Three utopias. One city. The math was always going to be a problem.

00:00 / 04:07

Four moody minutes of Neonopolis.

A palm-lined beach at dusk, the city's towers rising along the bay behind it.
Tuilika, Freya and Yael in uniform beside a pink convertible, the Pink Light District at sunset behind them.

The Jewel of the Atlantic

Hot streets. Hotter outfits. Look all you like.Neonopolis Tourism & Civic Affairs

Everything here is on camera, from the surf to the skyline: vice-detecting drones overhead, gaze scanners at street level, an algorithm behind every feed. The city is looking back, and it’s timing you.

The Divine Infallible Vice Authority, DIVA, polices the whole city but one address: past the Cradle’s front door, a DIVA is just another visitor. Everywhere else, it arrests you, tries you and sentences you. Trials are solidarity hearings streamed live, and your Virtue Points are your defense. You are innocent until proven unpopular.

The city welcomes all compliant visitors.

The districts

The Pink Light District from the air at dusk, neon towers along the beach.

Pink Light District

The district advertises the friendliest licensing regime on the Atlantic. On the beach, rating another person’s body takes a license, and the license is one long glove: its wearer judges the Pose-Off, scoring every pose with a thumb up or down. The vending machines on the Strip need no glove. They scan your bust-to-biceps ratio and choose your drink.

The Forum from the air in the late afternoon, white towers above the bay.

The Forum

A Council seat requires five or more daughters, and natural births outrank IVF births in the seating. Wanting a natural birth aloud is Pregnancy Envy, a Class C violation.

A Cradle street at night, empty, white towers glowing green at their base.

The Cradle

The Sisterhood Syndicate’s campus looks like a phone store that swallowed a fertility clinic, with green-lit artificial wombs in the base of every tower. Its services are open to everyone, as long as you comply. And pay. It wants the Church’s bank of “pure” pre-revolution sperm and cannot legally touch it. Instead, it pays the Church royalties to sell blessed genetics, and the only sex toys allowed to look male.

A queue of robed citizens at the permit pod, at the foot of a colossal black monolith.

The Sanctum

Breeding permits are issued behind the altar and need two stamps, the Church’s and the Council’s, but only the Church’s window is open. On Correction Plaza, the crowd at a public spanking brings snacks. The eternal flame has a sponsor.

A Furnace pier at night, tugboats moored under burning stacks, the neon skyline across the bay.

The Furnace

Four men in one place is an assumed conspiracy, so bunk containers sleep exactly three. Every bunk door carries three stenciled figures; on most, a fourth has been added in chalk.

The Unrepentant Provinces from the air in the late afternoon.

Unrepentant Provinces

Clan Sovereign, the Tek Bros at sea, fled regulation to a flotilla where every yacht is a nation at war with the one moored beside it. The flotilla files more forms per capita than Neonopolis. Clan Pivot throws the Amazon's only pool party every day, for a feed nobody has paid for since the war.

Known DIVA operatives

Ava in uniform beside her police motorcycle on the night promenade.

Ava

Jade Swan · Badge 3597FR

She'll process you with a genuine smile. The smile is always real. The processing, now and then, is not.

Freya in uniform, baton in hand, on a café terrace.

Freya

Steel Fury · Badge 4091WR

Discipline legendary, puns accidental. Exhibit A: "If it curves, the only thing you serve is time."

Liyana in uniform, mid-stride and beaming, on the neon promenade.Declassified

Liyana

Blue Blossom · Badge 3376PO

The sunniest recruit on the force. Everything she says is sincere, and some of it goes off ten seconds after she leaves.

Tuilika in uniform on the docks, the harbor's stacks burning behind her.

Tuilika

Pride Queen · Badge 3707FE

The only cop the dockworkers trust. Privately finds the whole apparatus of state virtue funnier than anything she's ever arrested.

Yael in uniform at the mouth of a neon alley, her burgundy riot baton across her shoulder.

Yael

Scarlet Sentinel · Badge 4600WE

Her dream is to be legally reclassified as State Ordnance. Ordnance doesn't have to attend Feelings & Affirmation retreats.

Yasmin in white on a rooftop above the city.Declassified

Yasmin

Desert Dove · Badge 3687PR

Forty-one rescues in two hours, cut to eleven seconds, nine of them her waist.

Neonopolis luminaries

Chastideigh in a white strapless top and mesh skirt, taking a selfie with a compact on a sunny promenade.

Chastideigh

The Most Spread Virgin on EmpowerNet

The purest livestream in Neonopolis, and the most watched. Her standing offer to 4.3 million followers: “I’ll let you do me.” She means her DMs. Off camera, she says good morning to the people nobody else looks at.

Sofia in a cream blazer and navy skirt, leaning on the news desk.

Sofia

Anchor · The Daily Dispatch

The steadiest voice in Neonopolis and the human face of its most authoritative lie, beside a hapless string of co-anchors.

Public notice

A neon public notice titled male-adjacent produce: banana, zucchini, eggplant and carrot, above a sliced banana. Slice it, or the only thing you'll serve is time!

— Protecting Communities. Together.

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