How would you name a cyberspace visor (that transfers your mind to the virtual universe) and a cortex cyberware that allows you to hack things and use it without "sleep"? Of course, with limitations.

Another day, another dollar; another century, another pointlessly bloody and destructive era, always accentuated by whatever discriminations of the times happen to be around. Humanity had emerged from being planetbound, and had overcome so much of its regression. Still, though, millions still clung to old and outdated concepts. For most terrans who lived across the milky way, racism was archaic, a thing of the past. For some groups, though, which were merely numbering in the millions, that old and hateful flame was kept alive... and no one wanted to see what would happen when these kinds of human beings met alien life that was equal to or superior to them.

It was ugly. Most humans just wanted peace, and still do. There was enough of us, though, who believed in an old and darkly humorous ideal... "If I saw an alien come to earth, I would kill it". The old ideal, the ancient, decrepit ideal, of slaying a foreign or simply different person or being, mythologized as inhuman and monstrous enough to kill without worry. And these people, still with hate in their hearts in the year 2132, they didn't meet aliens in some invasion on the earth. Instead, it was out in the cold darkness of space.

At first, portals opened, and the ship came through. There was a miscommunication, no one knew the details, but there was definitely shooting. Terran ships destroyed the vessel that dared to appear before them. A couple of days later, a bunch of portals opened, and the aliens retaliated. And a couple of centuries later, war was beginning, in a way that it absolutely never had before, and with the one form of non-human sapience ever encountered. They would encounter more.

There was a room, much like that cosmic abyss in which the first shots were fired. In this room were three soldiers, from different sides of a war. One was from the same kind of faction that was proudly and violently xenophobic, even if not a trace of hostility was given to them. The other was from a group that wanted to fight for freedom, and for peace... but like the other man, they were simply in the wrong place, and at the wrong time. As for the third... Well, they didn't see themselves as a soldier. They saw themselves as pest control.

"How amusing," spoke an otherworldly voice, as its seven-digited hands worked with various instruments and machines. "I have two monsters here, and despite being of the same race, they both hate one another."

"We're not the same race," growled the first soldier. "I'm white, and he's black. And buddy, you've got another thing comin', talkin' to me like that. You're the monster, you disgusting..." He stopped, as something was activated that rippled waves of agony through his body.

"I'll finish your sentence, since you're so feeble that you can't," replied his captor. "Disgusting, two armed, two legged monstrosity, with oil all over your body, two eyes, greasy, limp strands of keratin on your head, and... something which your friend here doesn't have a problem with... You turn incredibly pink in UV light," it said, coldly, and yet with a sadistic sense of humour. "In fact... You BURN! And you think yourself superior?"

The soldier in the other seat suppressed a laugh, but then a large, bulbous eye turned towards him. The pain went through his body head to toe now instead. A strange ringing noise, followed by a bloodcurdling pulsing effect that tore through and could be felt by every cell.

"There," their captor laughed. "Now you can both suffer! Together! And if you think that I consider you superior, darker one, then you are sorely mistaken. Your melanin doesn't save you from being scorched by enough light and heat from a star. Your head strands are dry, yet still just as hideous to see. You're still a freak, an abomination, that no one should ever have to look at... Just like the rest of your wretched, brown and yellow and pink and greasy and sweaty kind!!!"

The machines had stopped for a little while now. The first soldier was grimly silent. The second soldier was now the one to pipe up.

"You're a sick bastard, ain't ya?" he spoke. "Torturin' us for a laugh here, innit? And you consider yourselves civilized, you lot, what with all that you've done?"

The pain came again. The soldier next to him laughed, and tried to say something about the guy next to him being both black and british, something very spiritually degrading to say or hear. Then, the pain had come for him as well.

"I know what you're going to say next. I've been reading your minds here, on this terminal next to me," their captor spoke, waving a tentacle towards it. "And let me tell you something here."

An eye on a stalk extended towards the prisoners of war... and with it, the rest of its body shifted forward.

"I hate you. Both of you. Everything about you. Your history. Your evolution. I don't care that we started off as primitive as you did, had the same kinds of struggles, all the same kinds of wars. Terrans are a blight, and a scourge, and every single one of them will pay for what they've done. I will hear your screams of agony, I will delight in your cries of mercy, from every last one of you filthy, ugly, barbaric, mostly hairless mammals. And for the record... No," it said. "In another universe, in another time or place, we could never, ever, be friends."

"Fuck you, you nasty, teal blob," shouted out the first soldier. The second swore "on his mum" that he was going to rip those golden eyeballs out of his stalks the moment he escaped his restraints and his seat.

Before they could respond further, they were burned by plasma, in a relatively slow and excruciating way. It was like being burned alive, but blue, and it lasted for roughly 2.35 times as long. The first soldier screamed louder, and sooner, but the other soldier was weeping as he burned. The alien witnessed this with great enjoyment, delighting in the cruelty. To them, it was justice. Vraxhus was their name, and to them, they were not Vraxhus the Monstrous, or Vraxhus the Cruel. They were Vraxhus the hero, a mighty crusader-like figure who was destroying the enemies of his species.

"There we go," Vraxhus thought to himself when the two humans were just piles of ashes. "Two pests exterminated. And I don't have to see how ugly they are anymore!!!"

The alien soldier had gone on like this, fighting, torturing, killing, believing, like so many who he knew, served under or commanded, etc, carrying on as judge, jury, and executioner, until one day, decades later, it dawned on them. All that they had done, the way that they were blinded by fury and hatred. They stepped onto a graveyard of sorts one day, a moon with a floweryard of white and grey, one which felt haunted.

There were two pads, which were used by anyone coming here as suicide booths. He stepped into one of them. A human was in the other, one who looked like an old, grizzled, yet world-wise and friendly general.

"Who are you?" the human man asked him.

"I am Vraxhus," the alien had responded. "Vraxhus the Cruel."

The old man smiled. "Surely you're not that bad, my friend. As for me, though... Well... I've done things that I'd rather never tell."

Before they could talk further, machinery emerged from the pads, encasing both of them. They started to activate. Vraxhus closed all three of their eyes, and awaited what they believed would happen. In the other chamber, the old man had his hands behind his back.

The truth was that these weren't suicide booths. They were actually something far more advanced, something engineered by a stranger, someone who lived for thousands of years, changing faces and bodies. They had gone from a seeker of vengeance, to one of the kindest, most altruistic beings in the universe. They travelled through existence in a funny way, and now, both Vraxhus and the old man had been reborn anew, as infants of their species, starting over again, on planets far, far away. Such was the whim of the Doctor.

So what I'm imagining is a throw back to pulp magazines but the magazine is not only includes stories from the pov of aliens but I am think the magazine would be for aliens. Like something that was written for alien races to read for enjoyment. To help with this I'm thinking about having ads for fictional products or services for aliens. I also think it would be fun to invert typical pulp scifi tropes so having humans be the "aliens" and the aliens being the "humans". Let me know your thoughts on this, any questions you may have, or if this is even doable/any interest in this kind of concept.

So, in my story is a space opera which involves liberal use of time travel. The "big bad" is revealed to be a race of sentient dark matter beings that are acausal, so they impact the universe through all time without even realizing it. They primarily survive by primarturly aging stars. So they're basically accelerating the death of the universe and disrupting the timeline without understanding what that'll do to the rest of life.

But... that seems rather one-note to me.

My problem with Lovecraftian monsters is that I see it as rather lazy writing predicated on this idea of "something so vast you cannot comprehend its motivations." That's all very well for an existential horror story, but not very engaging for a space opera. I was hoping I could hear some suggestions to improve/expand on these beings motivations because I'm kind of stuck on this.

I was thinking of taking inspiration from the Anti-Spiral/Spiral Nemesis from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, but they were also rather generically evil "I eat your galaxy for the lulz" monsters.

Hi,

I hope this is okay to post. I'm currently working on a novella, set on a future earth, which I hope will be the first in a series but it will stand alone and hopefully provide a good ending. I'm not going to give details around the setting as I don't want to ruin it (but if you ask, happy to share details). I'm looking for any feedback you can give me but mostly whether you would be interested in finding out more about the story. This is only the prologue and happens several months before the main story but is crucial to what occurs later.

I've written, re-written, edited, re-edited and it's just hard to know if it's working for its intended purpose so I'd be happy with anybody letting me know what they thought of it.

The full novella is not done yet!

Thank you, in advance, if you take the time to comment!

Here's an excerpt, followed by a link to the full prologue.

Onyx stood on the cracked stone step, his back flush against the door of the hut they were using for cover.

“It's getting harder to avoid them,” Sarah whispered, standing in front of Onyx. He glanced upwards, at the transparent dome overhead. It soared several hundred metres into the air, arcing from one side of the city to the other, the dim light of the hidden moon shining through but struggling to penetrate the darkness of the road. On a night like this, it worked in their favour. Further ahead, the DSF patrol had turned the corner a minute or so ago but Onyx and Sarah waited until they could be sure the patrol had moved on. It was the second patrol they had seen tonight.

“DSF won't know the Dregs like we do,” Onyx said. Aside from their training, they had one major advantage over the Dome's Security Forces. They had been born here in the Outer-Ring, or the Dregs, as its inhabitants called it. Its narrow dirt streets were etched into their heads as vividly as the faces of their own mothers.

Sarah had one final look, her head swivelling first down one end of the street, then the other. Her slim, gaunt face seemed concerned, with darting brown eyes that never rested in one place too long. Satisfied the patrol had gone and no more were coming, Sarah motioned to continue and stepped down, her feet immediately sinking ankle-deep into the mud. The rain had stopped a while ago but not before the trails had become a sodden mess. He’d always wondered how that worked. Even with the dome overhead, when it rained outside, it rained inside.

He followed Sarah, his feet plunging into the mud with a soft plop before rising free. He'd heard the roads beyond the Wall were nothing like the Dregs. He’d been told they were paved with tarmac and were wide enough for two of those metal boxes with wheels that they called cars. He had trouble imagining such a thing. Contraptions that zoomed around, their occupants inside, never having to get muddied and dirtied. Out here, there was no such thing. Out here, they walked. Without boots.

As they reached the corner where the patrol had been, Sarah hugged the huts to their left and leaned around to take a look. A moment later, she gave a nod and hurried across the intersection.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QKKmRAOzKNIKYPWSyKIdnMpxqDZLkaibmywUFPoMLsQ/edit?usp=sharing

What would you call a plant whose root contained everything a human being needed to survive? Proteins, carbs, nutrients, etc? As background, humans on another planet have survived for many generations consuming this root exclusively.

I initially called it a "Cornucopia Plant," but what would people actually call it in daily use?

For reference, assume a Western/United States influence on language and naming conventions, but if you have a great name of another origin, give it a shot.

Only the root is edible, although the top of the plant can be a fiber source, like hemp (But with no intoxicating component or use.)

Hi everyone!

I might be in the wrong subreddit, if so I am sorry, and hope you can point me in the right direction.

In short I am writing a story about a ship of traders/explorers who get up to some hijinks.
The Sector of space they are in is cut-off from the rest of the galaxy and lost a lot of technology about 150 years ago.
As such they have no FTL communication but instead have "buoys" in every system that contains basic data about the system and in some cases a version of "bottle post"/noticeboards if the buoys have the space for it.
Settled systems have buoys/stations that are capable of something far closer to the internet in level of information but out in the frontier simple buoys are all there is.
There are Data-ships that travels between central systems disseminating information.

As such I want there to be moments in the story where the crew queries a buoys for information but is struggling to figure out what information would be suitable to include and how it should be formatted.
I want it to look basic, kinda like DOS console, and use few characters but also be somewhat readable.
I feel this is important to establish the tone but maybe I am overthinking it.

What would you say about something like the below?
What object it is I am thinking of abbreviating somehow.

"Where are we?"
"Hold on a sec, lemme' check"

>Query: System
>>Reply: System_0101_Mikato

"Someplace called 'Mikato'"
"What's here?"

>Query: Objects_Mikato
>>Reply:
>>>Mikato (Star)
>>>Mikato I (Gas Giant)
>>>Mikato II (Settled)

"Looks like the second planet is settled boss"
"Any chance we can go down there?"
"Hold on..."

>Query: Mikato_II info
>>Reply:
>>>System_0101_Mikato_II
>>>>Atmo: Breathable
>>>>Temp: Frozen
>>>>Bios. : Immiscible
>>>>Pop#: Outpost detected [Neutan Corp]
>>>>Warning: World Quarantined [TM_04]

"Well, Neutan doesn't hate us but it is quarantined. Some old Terran Mandate code."

Anything I am missing, what works? Is it readable or just waste of space :P?
Any feedback is appreciated :)

So I am stuck at part in my book and decided to make the main character's weapon for the giggles. I wanted the process of them making gun to be major plot point much later story. So I have tried to stick as close to the real world as I can while still being a book. It's a particle magnum based off of Stargate Atlantis's Ronon Dex's weapon, mainly look wise. Any research I have done is based off of Wikipedia, various forum posts from many forums, teaching videos, and various publications or papers. If asked I will attempt to re-find the sources. Not looking for it to be perfect, just solid enough for the book. Admittedly I probably went too far in research but it's been fun thinking of this weapon and the weird things that may or may not work. So let me know if anything is too funky for a book. I wrote it in a google doc. After the bold "things to remember" its old stuff I use for inspiration. And for the giggles of course.

Also the character is a demi-god heading towards godhood. That is important for several parts of the gun.

It's a long read so sit tight and of course any suggestions and comments are appreciated!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/182P4x8zXhsExS4AhbTxszNOl-pkmUmoq4NgQ3MmCFqc/edit?usp=sharing

edit: I changed around some of the doc with the suggestions. Thank you so much!

Well, you know what time it is. This is a short story set in a Dying Earth type scenario and I was wondering if anyone would read it, tell me whether it flows or not, if it all hangs together, clicks and whatnot.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MhYV1c2TAQWTZArU8nAG1gdblgxuhaZm2G-eWwRkeLI/edit?usp=sharing

A friend of mine wants to read some of my works, but he does not have a lot of time in the day since he works as a trucker. So I had the idea to just use a text to speech program to transcribe it into audio and send that to him to listen to as he drives.

However, Im having a hard time finding a tts program that isnt just full on into AI voices since I don;t want to support them and I suspect they will also pull whatever i put into it for its own algorithms.

I know just hiring someone on fivver is an option, but this is still an early draft and im sending it to him mostly for feedback, not to mention I have quite a few of them and I imagine it could get pricy. Does anyone know of a proper one I can get that doesn't sound like a monotone robot?

I'm going to do some classic sci-fi with brain-sucking aliens but they need a cool sci-fi device/weapon with a cool acronym. So far I've got F.L.O.O.D. and the first two letters can be 'Frontal Lobe', but what could the rest be?

Silliness-ok.

So the real reason was that they wanted to seize territories that offered ram materials (oil) that they couldn’t get in the home islands. They were afraid that the US would respond to their aggressions elsewhere, so they preemptively attacked the US Navy with the idea that they could seize the territory and then sue for pease after they occupied.

So if that’s the reason the aliens attack earth forces, then what is it that the aliens want? What is so rare & valuable that it’s worth kicking off an interstellar war?

Working on my own works, and to start, I'm looking for stories where BENEVOLENT aliens of some kind colonize Earth after it's experienced some kind of huge natural disaster, decimating the human population.

Any good recommendations?

" Not a moment later, one of the ship’s cannons turned, pointing directly at the man. Atois walked backwards, still unable to take his eyes off the ship or the man, not even blinking. A white-hot stream of protons poured out of the cannon, going straight through the man’s chest and burrowing into the pavement before Atois even had the chance to react. The sound came later, a violent crack in the air, louder than lightning. Even standing over ten meters from its target, Atois could feel the heat and pressure of the beam, the sound made his ears ring and he lost his balance but managed to catch himself before fully falling."

The ship firing the particle beam is about 2 kilometers away, would the dissipation from the atmosphere at this range make much of a difference in its power, especially against a weak target like a human?

I have a project on the back burner that revolves around the concepts of Copernican astronomy and mathematically-advanced dinosaurs (Think Dinotopia but without the humans and more ancient Sumerian culture)
I'm trying to find out if there's a name or title for this subgenre so I can gather inspiration both for visual development and to study the genre itself. (Like how there's Cassette Futurism and Cyberpunk and 70s Pulp Futurism). Thumbnailing my work in a visual format is a big part of my creative process, so any visual aides are important to me for writing.

It's definitely not Steampunk, since that involves Industrial Revolution-era technology. What I'm looking for is more "heliocentric models and copper, white and gold, and massive telescopes". 16th Century technology is the main focus I'm going for. Is there a subgenre like this that's significant enough to have a name yet?

Greetings everyone,

I am a huge fan of sci-fi, and have always wanted to write my own book. I am posting the first chapter of a work-in-progress called The Watchers (subject to change). I am currently 10 chapters into writing it, and really enjoying the journey. This is also my first book. I've only had a few close friends and family read what I have so far. Based on their encouragement, I felt it was time to get it out there a bit more, and to solicit feedback. I'd appreciate any and all feedback, but most importantly, would you read it? Does it seem like I'm heading in a promising direction?

Book Synopsis:
Dr. Lila Chen, a driven scientist at UTRGV, intercepts an enigmatic signal that defies explanation. As she becomes increasingly entangled in decoding its patterns, she begins a silent, rhythmic exchange with an unknown intelligence that echoes both curiosity and intent. Her connection with this distant presence grows, blurring the lines between discovery and obsession, even as her personal life falls apart. Across the cosmos, Alar, a Watcher bound to a mission cloaked in secrecy, wrestles with the weight of their assigned purpose and the forbidden allure of Earth. Together, in a dance of data and silence, Lila and Alar tread a fragile path, uncovering truths about themselves and their places in the universe. But as they draw closer, each new revelation brings them to the edge of a hidden reality that, if unveiled, could reshape everything they believe.

Link to chapter 1: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1enwDLY6iAJM9II-70F5lkFVjaorVfKc6hqMT8PGE75E/edit?usp=sharing

Quick note: I have used ChatGPT/Grammarly to help clean up my prose a bit, but no more than that. This is a passion project of mine, and is something I've been wanting to write for a long time.

Go to page 150 of your manuscript. Choose any 150-word passage. Post it here.

Others read it and provide at least one comment of positive feedback (1 up) and at least one comment of actionable feedback to improve your writing (1 down).

I'll begin with my 150 words from page 150:

“Well, Jax,” said Titan, leaning back in the creaking wooden banker’s chair. “I’ll get to that. First, I also know your parents, good people. They have nice lives in Santa Barbara. It is entirely within my control to assist them or destroy their careers and finances. Either option is fine by me. It would also be easy for me to land April in prison, not because she has done anything wrong, but you should know that I’ve developed a knack for inventing evidence and framing people for crimes. Your new girlfriend, Jenn, perhaps some jail time for her as well.

I’m on your side, Jax. I want to help you out. I would hate for April and Jenn to spend the next ten years in jail because of your reluctance to be cooperative. Hardly worth the trouble.”

Jax felt the hairs on his neck stand up and the deathly grip of anxiety. The conversation felt surreal. Threatening but conveyed in a friendly tone, as if Titan was providing him with guidance.

Hey all,
I've just been wracking my brain on this and I'm really struggling.

Say I'm traveling at .9c to a planet 1 light year away. I make the return trip, also at .9c. So I'm away from Earth for about 2.2 years from Earth's perspective.

But with time dilation, I've only been gone slightly less than 1 year "my time." So I'm 1.2 years younger than my theoretical twin on Earth.

Here's what I'm struggling with - wouldn't I still have experienced 2.2 years on my spaceship? In other words, my heart would've still pumped blood for 803 days (2.2 years), just like my twin on Earth, so our heart's "ages" are still the same?

Or did I truly just experience 1 year, so I only "woke up in the morning" 365 times?

Thanks!

So I am reading a sci-fi novel from an author I have never read before. I think it is important for writers to also read the genre they work in.

The first two chapters so far have been massive info dumps about world building. Everything that has actually happened in the book could have been one chapter minus the info dumps.

Please writers, stop doing this. I am hoping it gets better as I get deeper into the book.

Just a question that I'm not sure how to ask an answer for.

Well galactic empire is not really the right term. But I guess I'm trying to show a Galactic Empire (called the The Solarian Confederacy) which is rules 25% of the galaxy. Yes that's 100 billion star systems. It's been interstellar for 750 years. There's 10 Billion humans for each of these star systems so approximately 1 Sextillion human beings in the entire galaxy. Interstellar travel is expensive but something the average human citizens can afford.

Like a one way ticket to the nearest star system in this setting takes a few days, and costs several months of wages. The nearest clusters and sectors takes a few weeks and several years of wages. Crossing the galaxy takes years and several decades of wages for the average human.

But you can.

The Solarian Confederacy is a moderately functioning society spanning a hundreds of billion star systems, populated by humans. It features decent but stagnant technology, political stability marked by occasional unrest, and a mix of cultural expressions, though a dominant culture often prevails. The military is adequately prepared but lacks advanced capabilities. Economic prosperity is stable yet uneven, with significant disparities. Social equality exists but needs improvement, and exploration is cautious, emphasizing sustainability. Environmental practices are average, and healthcare access varies regionally. Diplomatic relations with other civilizations are maintained, though tensions can arise, reflecting the empire’s ongoing challenges and quest for progress.

I'm just going to go with standard science fiction stuff and say that the average human being here lives to be 150 to 180 years. So mild life extension but that's it.

There's 40 rival alien empires in the galaxy and 100 different other sentient alien races.

The oldest known interstellar race that is still active is 20,000 years old but obviously used to rule most of the galaxy before something happened that nearly destroyed them.

And so on. So this is humans dominated galaxy.

There's conflict in this galaxy. For example just in The Solarian Confederacy own borders with human versus humans there are 1200 local skirmishes, 10 civil wars and 600 pirate-related conflicts.

Outside of the confederacy the humans are at war with 5 of the 40 rival alien empires.

That's not to say the aliens are themselves basically blameless. There's 50 other wars with aliens versus aliens, 8000 pirate and police actions and 20 known civil wars.

But obviously in a galaxy of hundreds of billions of star systems this is small scale.

But back to my main point. How would you show such a galaxy in terms of scale?

So I tinkering with a galactic conqueror that demands tribute or taxes to fill his coffers and fund his luxury lifestyle, but what form would those taxes be—universal currency, precious metals, or biochemical products with enormous market value?

I'm doing some work on a story involving a group of slaves who manage to overthrow the crew of the slaver ship and turn it into a pirate ship, but of course want to upgrade once they get the chance.

What are some good kinds of ships for pirates to utilize?

Edit: They steal supplies to sustain their meager crew (under 40) and have no real port of call. All regions within reach are hostile.

I'm not talking about the long bone deformities of Belters, more like intentional evolution for zero G station inhabitants.

Im not a physicist or a doctor of any kind, but I geuss what I'm wondering is if being in 0 gravity for a certain amount of time could be used to heal certain physical problems? like if you had some sort of spinal condition where your spine is too compressed or something along those lines (again, Im not a doctor I dont know if that kind of thing is even a real condition) would being in 0g for an extended period of time allow your spine to be able to stretch out? Idk. So I geuss my question is could going into space be used as some kind of medical treatment/physical therapy for certain conditions, and if so what conditions/what benefits would you get from that?

It's seems like complex paradoxes always forced me to go the multiverse route, where going to the past creates a new universe. But I find this boring, because there are no consequences for characters messing with time.

Eyeball Planet World and Moon Diagram.

I'm trying to put together some ideas for my planet - story/plot mostly written (1st draft). Rather, trying to figure out the ramifications of such a system. Have watched videos, the few I could find. Have found some articles. None consider the possibility (that I've found) of a moon for the tidally locked planet.

My thought is that the moon, whose orbit is in line with the habitable ring, would provide a few hours of something closer to daylight where otherwise there would be just twilight. No extra warmth, just light.

Hot air rises on the light side of the planet, circulates back to the dark side. Winds would probably be constant blowing cold into the habitable zone. Maybe.

Canyons in the hottest regions of the light side could still contain life in the shadow. I can imagine something like the Grand Canyon, US having lush vegetation down inside - as long as not too directly inline with the star.

On the dark side, people expanding their range via long deep tunnels. On the surface, most things frozen. Very little if any plant life because of the extreme lack of sunlight.

Back to the moon though. Any thoughts on what effect this would have - realistic or not. I really want/need the moon to allow for brief daylight along the habitable ring but I want it to seem at least somewhat realistic - the story has a mix of horror, fantasy, and sci-fi, so...

Any thoughts?

So my ships use the standard Alcubierre drive version of space travel with the space time puddle. While folding, they continue to use the main fusion torch drive to create simulated gravity, otherwise, they’d be weightless the whole time. My question is, do they have to do a braking burn after exiting FTL speeds or can they alter the fields with the Alcubierre drive to cancel out their acceleration at their destination?

Or is there no way they could have an agricultural revolution?

No not actually. I appreciate any constructive criticism or ideas as to what the story could be. Here is a brief history. Ask me if you are curious about more aspects.

2103: Interstellar travel was just becoming a reality. On the brisk of a World War, heads of several megacorps around the world devised a plan to flee Earth in fear for their lives. They took around 100,000 people with them, along with the technologies of their companies. No one knew for sure where they had gone, though this defused the global situation almost instantly.

2156: The nations of Earth tracked down traces of their movement, and found that they settled on the 4th planet of Polaris B, which they named Polarila. Earth tried to impose taxes and regulations on the corporations of Polarila. Humanity, narrowly dodging a World War, only to be caught up in another war between the worlds. Polarila won and received independence.

Today, 2212: More than half a century has passed since the war, and the nations of Earth has developed diplomacy with the corporate federation decades ago. Humanity has once again enjoyed peace and prosperity … but for how much longer?