The Colors

The apex of the Color hierarchy, Golds rule the Society with absolute authority. Genetically engineered to be superior in every way—stronger, faster, more intelligent—they consider themselves living gods among men. They command fleets, govern planets, and wage wars that reshape the solar system.

The economic backbone of the Society, Silvers control the flow of wealth across the solar system. They run megacorporations, manage interplanetary trade, and hold the purse strings that even Golds must respect. Their power lies in credits, contracts, and the invisible chains of debt.

Keepers of law and spirituality, Whites serve as the moral arbiters of the Society. They officiate weddings, preside over trials, and maintain the religious traditions that legitimize Gold rule. Their white robes and pale features mark them as beings apart from worldly concerns.

The gears that keep the Society's machinery running, Coppers handle the endless paperwork of empire. They draft laws, manage records, and ensure the bureaucratic order that allows civilization to function. Without them, the Society would drown in chaos.

Masters of the void between worlds, Blues pilot everything from personal shuttles to massive dreadnoughts. Their minds are enhanced for three-dimensional thinking and lightning-fast calculations. They are the bridge between planets, making interplanetary civilization possible.

The intellectual class of the Society, Yellows push the boundaries of science and medicine. They develop new technologies, cure diseases, and perform the genetic engineering that maintains the Color hierarchy. Their curiosity drives human progress—within Society-approved limits.

The digital architects of the Society, Greens build and maintain the technological infrastructure. They code the systems, repair the machines, and keep the networks running. In an age of starships and terraforming, their skills are indispensable.

The beauty-makers of the Society, Violets create art, fashion, and entertainment for the upper Colors. They design everything from palatial architecture to personal aesthetics. Their work adorns the halls of power and provides escape from the harshness of life.

The hands that build and repair, Oranges are the practical engineers of the Society. While Greens handle software, Oranges work with hardware—building ships, maintaining equipment, and keeping the physical infrastructure operational.

The military backbone of the Society, Grays serve as soldiers, police, and security forces. They fight Gold's wars, maintain order, and die in numbers too large to count. Loyal, disciplined, and expendable, they are the sword and shield of the hierarchy.

The invisible backbone of daily life, Browns serve in households, cook meals, clean homes, and perform the countless tasks that keep civilization comfortable. They are seen but rarely noticed, present but seldom acknowledged.

Giants bred for war, Obsidians are kept in primitive conditions on Earth's poles and taught to worship Golds as gods. When called to serve, they become fearsome bodyguards and shock troops. Their religious devotion makes them utterly loyal—until they learn the truth.

Bred for beauty and trained in the arts of pleasure, Pinks serve as companions, entertainers, and personal servants to the wealthy. Their existence is one of gilded slavery—pampered but owned, beautiful but trapped.

The foundation upon which the Society is built, Reds toil in mines, factories, and farms across the solar system. Told they are pioneering humanity's future, they are in fact slaves kept ignorant of the true state of the worlds above. From their ranks rose the Reaper.