[hider=Ilovačić Mining Array] [center][b]Ilovačić Mining Array[/b][/center] [center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/70/65/4f/70654fd75f2991e168ec22b75fdbd6a5.gif[/img][/center] [center][i]"Welcome to the Ilovacic Mining Array, laborer. Your path here was destined, your soul unclean. But through toil you will create goodness. You are the means to the divine end. Your body is a beautiful creation. When your soul has earned a leave from this cruel galaxy, the beauty you create and the beauty you are will live on in perpetuity."[/i][/center] [b]Government Type:[/b] Benevolent Autocratic Prison The FORMAN, the greatest program ever written. An AI that can harness the mortal refuse of the galaxy into something greater. Designed by Josipine Ilovacic for the Federation long ago to service its penal needs, the sentient AI created a sprawling empire in the wake of the Federation's downfall. System by system the masses of [i]unworthy[/i] were found, and in the FORMAN’s wisdom and truth harnessed to work the sins of their flesh into the dust of the stars. [hider=The FOREMAN][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/0UQaAvqrR0f6Xjc98NayZFdnRMDKgNCTcClCoFFwn3c/%3Ftr%3Dw-1600%2Cc-at_max/https/images.nightcafe.studio/jobs/G4KZMSNCQDbZ8jYOyfPy/G4KZMSNCQDbZ8jYOyfPy_2x.jpg?width=744&height=496[/img][/hider] — The FORMAN, however, does not serve as the face of this sprawling carcass of an empire. He choses one sentient among his flock: an [i]uncleaned[/i] woman of pure flesh, a small visage of hope for the people of this galaxy to see and reflect upon. This chosen is the voice of the great mission and translate the will of the FOREMAN to the galaxy at large. Some say it is the machine's way of finding its own creator, Josephine (who has long since passed). Surely a woman so perfect as to create the greatest creator must be understood, must exist, must always exist, must always be adored. In this era her name is Claire. [hider=Claire Ilovacic][img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d6/59/d4/d659d4e23004865c17382d3c52ae250e.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Demographics: [/b] The Mining Array takes in the sentient life of all walks and shepherds them through their short mortal transition. However, the FOREMAN was programmed with very specific code. Those brought into the fold must of its benevolence must: - Have committed sin. - Must be made to labor, yet compensated for their toils. Slavery is sin. - Their flesh cannot be altered unless being “repaired.” See [i]Cleaning[/i] - No robot shall be created or allowed to exist in the Array. Nothing shall pry the Great Labor from the souls of its deserving denizens. - Only after the death of their soul are they released from this bond, their carcass may be disposed of or repurposed in whatever fashion the FORMAN sees fit to further the Great Labor. [i]Cleaning[/i]: The process of becoming whole again for the purpose of the Great Labor. As its name is fitting, the vast denizens of the Mining Array find their work in the dangerous bowels of terrestrial soil, to the bilious plumes of gas giants, and the frozen crags of comets. The nature of their sacrifice often lends to bodily harm, disease, and other such maladies of the beautiful flesh. These such specimens are [i]cleaned[/i]. Cybernetic and genetic enhancements can be used to shepherd the creature back into their labors; however, they come at a price. The modest wages of the the denizen (slavery was illegal by Federation law coding) pale in comparison to the debt of these cures. Thus their labors intensify, their tasks more grueling, the Great Labor more cleansing of their soul. Those who are uncleaned are fresh flesh just newly embarking on this great and beautiful sacrifice. They will come far. [b]Military:[/b] The Uncleaned - Those of intact flesh are rarely seen in military service. They enjoy the toils of their day and the sleep of their night. Bread and games bates them through the few hours they serve “off the clock.” Yet ever the clock ticks. Ever closer the burdens of the Array close with each rockfall or malfunctioning plasma torch. [hider=The Cleaned][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/6yUzIwxKDwVW-vcYXCcMU48w7nSUv3sSw3iDp77Xi1I/https/img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/e62000a6-c666-4c86-8bb9-1551bcde84f0.png?width=719&height=496[/img][/hider] - Those brave souls who still cling to life yet much sacrifice of the flesh has befallen. They are beautiful enhancements like a mural on a slum wall, well on their way to their final breath toiling for the Great Labor. [hider=The Liberated][img]https://images-ext-1.discordapp.net/external/YEd5d5XRf3wOcs-CtZh4-sgY5IuuYb8ELWCCwEs3i3s/https/img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c7815188-4d22-4629-83a1-70c0632b3714.png?width=744&height=496[/img][/hider] - Hark! The Great Labor is won! Your soul has ascended and the great and beautiful flesh lies like rotting fruit upon the ground while you are firmly planted in the ether! Behold a [i]Reflection[/i] of your great journey! Your flesh shall not go to waste. It shall be cleaned into a great and beautiful masterpiece. It shall serve and protect your fellow laborers until the last cell of your carcass has become again–like you once were–stardust. [/hider]