The fountain is humanities primary method of bio modification, and immortality. It is a complex and synthetic organ system of billions of tiny organelles called fountlets that embeds themselves in your DNA and reproduces along with your cells. These fountlets repair telomeres and reduce the effects of aging, but they can also create complex structures using your bodies resources. Fountains sport many softwares and plugins, and construct new organ systems within your body to do so. It is estimated that any given fountain users genome is only 4% what it was from their birth by the end of their life, and is almost 3 times as long.

Due to the fountains artificial endosymbiosis, much like human mitochondria, fountain users offspring will often feature a working fountain at birth.

On February 6th 2053, the last fountainless human was born.

The fountain was invented by Dr.Olivia Rae, who was the first person to discover artificial endosymbiosis, on October 7, 2030. Many call her fountain Eve, as it's the first of its kind, and all fountains are connected to it in some way. Eve had the first version of a fountain plugin called protea, which allowed a fountain user to induce the development of a fountain in another human.

Fountains while mostly rely on their own genome, they are also subject to genetic variation based on the users genome, causing fountains to behave differently based on who's body they inhabit.

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Elizabeth clocked in to work seconds before suffering a late fee, with sweat dripping down her forehead she made her way to her workspace. As she began her work she felt a small breeze against her right arm. An artificial sensation sent to her brain via her fountain to let her know her supervisor would like to speak with her. She sighed at the feeling, dreading whatever it was Alan, her supervisor had to say. She made her way to his office.

"Lizzy, good, come in"

she hated when people called her that, but last time she complained about something small and trivial like that she received a writeup and a fine for "Malfeasence". whatever that meant.

She sat down and shakily said, "Sir im sorry for my close call this morning, I lost track of time and-"

He cut her off.

"No no, thats not why I called you here"

she sighed in releif, but realized if she didn't know why she was there, her situation was arguably worse.

"as you know we've suffered a great loss in our war with DRIVE in the Fenrir system"

Her heart sank, gripping her hair she stared her superior down with a blank expression, unable to extend extra energy to emote. She knew why he brought this up, there aren't many reasons he would. He knew this as much as her.

Alan approached, placing his hand on her shoulder, establishing a sidebar between theyre two Fountains, as long as this link was maintained theyre conversation could not be monitored in anyway, this sort of implant was highly illegal, so how did Alan have one?

her thoughts were interrupted by Alans next words, crackling through the sidebar.

"Elizebeth, Im sorry I have to do this, "

His grip tighteneded

"I didn't want to, I never wanted to but-"

he stammered

"Last night SPARK struck our wartime executive branch, we have no idea how they knew it was there but they did, we suffered minimal damage but we lost our workspace generals main secretary"

The words shot through her heart like a bullet, "darcie..." she remarked, one of her best friends, she was drafted after the last run of attacks. Alan continued

"Yes, Im so sorry, my name came up in the draft lottery to select a replacement from my branch, and they mentioned you by name."

"why," Elizabeth replied, "why me?"

"I don't know, I really don't im sorry but they told you it was you or me and-"

She cut him off

"oh, was it, and of course you could never go in place of a peasant like me, look, I don't know how you got this implant, or how you can live with yourself sending me to my death 6 galaxies away from here, but I know your nothing but a coward, and I hope this eats you alive."

his grip loosened,

"I, I understand your anger, I'm sorry, Elizabeth "

He broke the sidebar, and made a motion with his hand, sending the draft notice to elizabeths inbox.

as the notice popped into her retna she collapsed, crying on the floor of her supervisors office, he might as well have put a bullet in her head. This way her death was just slower, with more paperwork.

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Penelopes mindship notifies her of an incoming call from Elizabeth, she picks up almost immediately,

"Bethy! Thank God, I've seen it, I've seen it all!"

"Woah woah penny calm down, what are you talking about? I just got off work"

"The sewer bethy! The sewer! I went down there, it took some doing, so many clearance codes I had to swipe but I saw it, it's beautiful, it's like what life used to be, you have to see it, I have to show you"

"You mean the sewer in the middle of the plaza? Penny that's suicide! Every time I get close to that thing my medi starts going off, you have to be careful!"

"It's a lie bethy, it's all a lie! Medis lying to you, we can't talk about this any longer over comms, meet me at my apartment in 15 minutes"

"Oh, ok bethy ill-" click, as Elizabeth hangs up

Intrepidus Oxydidae or the "Pressure Slug" is a small nudibranch with an intensly enlarged visceral surface. It is an autotroph from the kingdom animalia, first of its kind It possesses the unique ability to perform a modified version of chemosynthesis called "pinchosynthesis", which involves extreme pressure to turn radioactive decay into nutrients. 

every 12 weeks the entire population of Pressure slugs migrate to the deepest points of the gutter, nestling in to the crannys in which radioactive material has built up and atmospheric pressure has built immensely. These expeditions are a Pressure slugs "exodus". During these Exodi these slugs reproduce and undergo pinchosynthesis until they have enough nutrients to last to their next exodus. They return to the upper parts of the gutter after 3 days. 

The return of these Pressure slugs serves a similar ecological function as a planktonic bloom from Old Earth.