LEGO Classic Space (city): the chaotic and ordered pulse and rhythm of the amazing Mega-city planet-spanning movements and predictable and unpredictable interactions and chaos turns to patterns (AFOL MOC vignette town with vehicles and urban minifigure)
The city pulse, there is not always a glitched haywire rampage giga-bot on the rampage, not always invading Blacktron or Magnetrons, not always different police factions on shoot-outs in some dead end alley…
The planet-spanning city on the capital planet divide in sectors, levels and blocks, a dirty place with artificial lighting both night and day, but the citizens know no other, and they love the diesel, industrial vents, the peeing mutant rats, it is all in their blood, quite literally…
Some days, the postmen on a prolonged break stand about and chat in different languages and some in broken galactic standard, talking about stamps and quests of undeliverable letters, laughing together, no matter if they have wings or tentacled…
A policeman has skipped work to meet a date, perhaps a payed on with a zeltrone??? He nearly runs over a granny cyborg from The planet Pluto on her way to look for her cybernetic dog, on the run again…
The Fire fighters are on another false alarm, they swear in italian and irish since their truck broke down… the road workers whistle when a hunky guy from an unknown planet walks past, while one of their shovels hits something hard, a fossilized gameboy from the 20th century…
A television crew are enjoying a smoke on a balcony while they brag of their scoops when they caught the block-mayor without his trousers down or when the revealed that a gangster rapper had a diploma from Oxford…
Just an ordinary day in the planet-spanning urban jungle called the capital planet…
No one knows how many live there, partially because no one have managed to make categorisation on who is alive or where the boundaries of sentient creatures are, are the digitally enhanced cyber-slime-mold really sentient? Does he even know himself? No matter what, he is a good businessman and counts better than the best supercomputer… or is the droid that has a split personality due to an evolutionary crossbreed program he was infected with while he connected to a money machine with his pocket-wire digital USB, does this entity count as one or several entities?
There is a lot of things no one knows, but all know that despite all, every cog in this complicated mosaik we call the city, turns and twist and revolves in its own way affecting other cogs, and at the end, somehow despite everything this giant complicated aleatoric random giga-structure somehow runs despite everything…
Some even propose that the city itself is as much of a superorganism as a colony of ants or a colonial organism…
No matter what, until today, every day, most of its inhabitants wake up to a new day… and in yet another day this megastructure of interactions somehow cope for another day to turn and turn!!!
LEGO Classic Space (city): the chaotic and ordered pulse and rhythm of the amazing Mega-city planet-spanning movements and predictable and unpredictable interactions and chaos turns to patterns (AFOL MOC vignette town with vehicles and urban minifigure)
The city pulse, there is not always a glitched haywire rampage giga-bot on the rampage, not always invading Blacktron or Magnetrons, not always different police factions on shoot-outs in some dead end alley…
The planet-spanning city on the capital planet divide in sectors, levels and blocks, a dirty place with artificial lighting both night and day, but the citizens know no other, and they love the diesel, industrial vents, the peeing mutant rats, it is all in their blood, quite literally…
Some days, the postmen on a prolonged break stand about and chat in different languages and some in broken galactic standard, talking about stamps and quests of undeliverable letters, laughing together, no matter if they have wings or tentacled…
A policeman has skipped work to meet a date, perhaps a payed on with a zeltrone??? He nearly runs over a granny cyborg from The planet Pluto on her way to look for her cybernetic dog, on the run again…
The Fire fighters are on another false alarm, they swear in italian and irish since their truck broke down… the road workers whistle when a hunky guy from an unknown planet walks past, while one of their shovels hits something hard, a fossilized gameboy from the 20th century…
A television crew are enjoying a smoke on a balcony while they brag of their scoops when they caught the block-mayor without his trousers down or when the revealed that a gangster rapper had a diploma from Oxford…
Just an ordinary day in the planet-spanning urban jungle called the capital planet…
No one knows how many live there, partially because no one have managed to make categorisation on who is alive or where the boundaries of sentient creatures are, are the digitally enhanced cyber-slime-mold really sentient? Does he even know himself? No matter what, he is a good businessman and counts better than the best supercomputer… or is the droid that has a split personality due to an evolutionary crossbreed program he was infected with while he connected to a money machine with his pocket-wire digital USB, does this entity count as one or several entities?
There is a lot of things no one knows, but all know that despite all, every cog in this complicated mosaik we call the city, turns and twist and revolves in its own way affecting other cogs, and at the end, somehow despite everything this giant complicated aleatoric random giga-structure somehow runs despite everything…
Some even propose that the city itself is as much of a superorganism as a colony of ants or a colonial organism…
No matter what, until today, every day, most of its inhabitants wake up to a new day… and in yet another day this megastructure of interactions somehow cope for another day to turn and turn!!!