Summary: Wordwar, Worldbuilding.
NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!
There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.
That Long Horizon [WORLDBUILDING]
The city goes on forever, or what seems like forever, and there are plenty of folks who have spent most of their lives trying to map her out. But the city isn’t a static thing and the most they can do is map the rings and put ‘this door is generally here’ and mark them open or closed.
It’s not a nice as the gates in stargaze where one door equals multiple worlds, but it’s a far sight better than any other method of travel, as annoying as it is not to know the time until you open it up.
There are people who open and close doors until they get to the time they are looking for, but most folks jut check the weather to see if it’s nice out.
The folks who wander the city are more or less off limits. None of the groups will attack them and none of the AIs will hinder them. They took to wearing blue at some point, although no one knows why, and people call them pampers as a generic nickname since cartographers is long and complicated.
There are useful to everyone and to each other, but the city doesn’t care what they do. For her any door in any ring can be moved or realigned if needed and she doesn’t care where they are physically. She only needs to maintain the math not the specific point within the city in order to hold them stable.
They trade maps and trade information back and forth between each other and the groups and they are invaluable to most.
They are also always looking for information to expand their own maps and are more likely to trade for that than supplies. The city will keep them alive, even if the food and drink she offers isn’t very good.
And so they wander.