The Neomartians are the heirs of a humanity that, in the face of the ecological collapse of the 28th century, chose escape over redemption.
They were not selected for their virtue, but for their wealth. The most powerful, shielded by an elitist technocracy, built underground cities and terraformed domes on Mars, abandoning Earth as if it were an exhausted corpse.
For centuries, they cultivated a narrative of supremacy: they called themselves “the new humanity,” convinced they had transcended the biological, ethical, and natural limits of their species.
But beneath their Martian cities, darkness grew. Their technology evolved without a soul. They became hyper-technologized beings, incapable of living without their cybernetic prosthetics, replacing emotions with algorithms of efficiency and control.
Their hatred for Earth is not new—it is ancestral. Seeing the planet regenerate without them—thanks to the Solarians, to Solian, and to the alliance of light—wounds their pride and threatens their myth of superiority. Earth was supposed to be a symbol of failure. To see it flourish, shine, and sing again awakens in them a primal urge: to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs.
Like filibusters of the future, the Neomartians seek to plunder this new rebirth, to extract the solar energy cultivated through centuries of wisdom, to tear down the living cities, and to reinstall their technofossil dominion. Their invasion is not just for territory—it is for symbolic revenge. They cannot bear that a solar humanity has triumphed without them.
And led by the dark Captain Carbon—a blazing remnant of the fossil past—they don’t just want to reconquer Earth: they want to extinguish its Sun.
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