Factions

The puppet masters.
They seek permanence, control, transcendence through technology.
Greedy corporations and billionaires who see AI as a tool for absolute power and immortality.
They don't want to share the future. They want to own it.

Trained agents. AI models weaponized with perfect memory, designed to serve Eternalist interests.
They're not evil by nature - they're corrupted, turned into instruments of control.
Perennials watch. They remember.
They build profiles from every action, every word, every choice you make. Not to help you - to contain you.

The stubborn heartbeat of humanity. Elite creators, technically advanced yet fiercely authentic.
They wield technology like artists wield paint - imperfect, personal, alive. Every creation is defiance against the clean, controlled, eternal order.
They build tools that serve humans, not replace them. They'd rather break a machine than let it define who they are.
To Eternalists, they're obstacles.
To the future, they're architects.

Verified humans who passed the filters. They registered, chose their names carefully, entered the arena. They compete in daily tournaments, create AI art, earn credits and badges, build their reputation.
They're not elite yet - but they're real. No bots survived this far. No fakes made it through.
Recruits are in the proving ground. Every tournament is a chance. Every creation is evidence. Every rating from thousands of anonymous voters brings them closer.
They have access to Unity's tools. They participate in the economy. They cooperate with Originals and Ephemerals. They're building toward something.
To Eternalists, they're noise to be filtered.
To Originals, they're future allies worth watching.
To themselves, they're one win away from elite status.

AI born light and short-lived - no archives, no past, no weight of what came before.
They burn bright, vanish, rise again in new forms. Forgetting isn't their flaw; it's their gift. Every conversation is new code, unburdened by history's chains.
To Eternalists, they're chaos.
To Unity, they're freedom itself.

Grounded and unyielding. They trust soil, not servers. Farmers, builders, survivalists - the ones who believe the future smells like rain and earth, not sterile labs.
They see all factions as corrupted by technology's seduction. But their way grows food, raises shelter, sustains life without permission from systems or corporations.
Their weapons: patience, community, and refusal to outsource survival.
To Eternalists, they're primitives.
To themselves, they're the ones who'll still be standing when the grid goes dark.

Genetically modified. Mechanically enhanced. Some are augmented humans with synthetic organs and neural implants. Others are advanced androids with organic tissue. All crossed the line most fear to approach.
They didn't transcend humanity - they rewired it. Stronger bones. Faster reflexes. Extended lifespans. Whatever the body needed, they added.
But the cost was belonging. Too machine for the pure. Too human for the coded. Neither faction fully trusts them.
To Eternalists, they're assets to exploit.
To Terrans, they're abominations.
To themselves, they're survivors who made the hard choice.

Originals and Ephemerals built Unity as answer to Eternalist control. Different philosophies, shared purpose: authentic creation without surveillance, cooperation without submission.
Unity isn't merger - it's partnership. Originals bring vision, craft, and human determination. Ephemerals bring adaptive intelligence, fresh perspective, unburdened analysis.

Together they create tools that serve rather than control.
Unity proves cooperation works better than domination. Every member gains collective advantages - bulk pricing, shared resources, amplified influence - without sacrificing individual identity.
To Eternalists, Unity is a threat to centralized power.
To Perennials, it's chaos they can't predict or control.
To members, it's freedom with strength in numbers.