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Alternate History: Woodward gets his Way, An Essay on the Woodward Plan and what Detroit would be Like had the Plan been Implemented.

Leading Picture
https://i.imgur.com/tBFvwfh.jpg
Setting the Scene:
The year is 1805. Detroit has a population of about 1000 people and has only been a part of the United States for two years. Alas, it doesn't take long for things to go horribly wrong, as the entire city burns down this year. Judge Augustus Woodward, the first Judge of the Michigan Territory, creates an ambitious and unique plan to rebuild it.
Summary of what follows:
Ultimately, for various reasons, only a small fraction of Judge Woodward's grand plan was actually implemented. My goal is to attempt to see what Detroit would be like had the Woodward plan been fully carried out, as well as educate about the details of the plan and its history.
If you're just here for the pictures, here is a link to the complete album:
https://imgur.com/a/y5hLS
If you're still with me, without further ado, let's get started.
What was Woodward's plan?
I think it is best to show it in terms of what would change about Detroit as we know it, step by step:
https://imgur.com/a/LjTL1
Key Points of the Woodward Plan

Triangles! The Woodward plan is based upon repeating triangular sections, not the typical rectangular grid.
- Despite this, most of the building plots are still rectangular. Exceptions are the pentagonal ones around Campus Martiuses and the wedge and triangle ones around Grand Circuses
200' wide grand avenues running N-S and E-W. These create a familiar rectangular grid among the madness of the triangles.
- 120' radiating avenues are still pretty wide (for reference Michigan Ave Downtown is ~93' wide including sidewalks)
Parks, parks, and more parks. Each triangular Woodward section has one Grand Circus circle park, one Campus Martius rectangular park, and 8 triangle parks. Because of this, each Campus Martius park has a twin nearby. https://imgur.com/ji0l2Nn

This is nuts, how much of this was actually built?
I've highlighted the buildings that exist in the city today according to the following scheme:

Green = 100% conforming to the Woodward plan
Yellow = Partially conforming to the Woodward plan
Red = Does not conform to the Woodward plan

First, here's the buildings on top of the existing street layout:
https://imgur.com/P2uQaD3
Now, replace that street layout with Woodward's:
https://imgur.com/JRYkclz
Finally, destroy the nonconforming buildings and replace them with conforming buildings:
https://imgur.com/ZOokpeJ
This plan seems crazy, where did Woodward get the idea from?
He was impressed and inspired by Washington D.C. and its diagonal avenues, but Woodward's plan takes it a step further. While Washington D.C. is simply a system of rectangular lots that happens to have diagonal avenues in it, the Woodward plan is a modular system entirely based on triangles that could be added as the city expanded.
Are you saying the spoke roads are not a part of the Woodward Plan?
Yes, this is a common misconception. The only relationship the spoke roads have to the Woodward plan is that they take roads that are part of the Woodward plan and extend them straight for ~40 miles.
Why was so little of the plan implemented?
Firstly, Woodward had limited authority to break up land that was already owned. For example, the government owned the area between Michigan Ave and Jefferson Ave and chose to arrange it in a conventional grid. Additionally, land in parcels perpendicular to the river owned by individuals, like the Brush family and the Beaubien family, could not be broken up and incorporated into the plan.
Secondly, drafting up a city plan takes time and the people of Detroit grew restless as time passed after the devastating fire. The public also disliked the idea of so much public park space. Coupled with a general resistance for change, emnity toward Woodward's plan grew, so much so that others in Michigan's government would try to undo it while he was away. On one such occurrence, Woodward's detractors authorized the land north of Grand Circus park to be sold in rectangular parcels. Despite Woodward's alarm and protests that such a maneuver was illegal, the sale went through in 1817. This killed hope of implementing any more of the Woodward Plan. Part of Woodward's written complaint was as follows: “Nature had destined the city of Detroit to be a great interior emporium, equal, if not superior, to any other on the surface of the … globe. … In such a case that art of man should aid the benevolence of the Creator, and no restricted attachment to the present day or to present interests should induce a permanent sacrifice of ulterior and brilliant prospects.”
And with that, Detroit's chance to develop as a truly one-of-a-kind city passed. The question of "what if" has reigned unchallenged ever since. Until now, that is. Working from Judge Woodward's original plans, I built the city street by street and building by building in Sketchup, creating "Woodward Detroit". I've included some famous Detroit buildings in Woodward Detroit, most of the rest are "filler" buildings meant to give the impression of a complete city. Now, I give you Detroit built per Woodward's own specifications.
Some Aerial Photos and the Skyline
https://imgur.com/tBFvwfh https://imgur.com/Yn4TJyc https://imgur.com/sVuvYse
Transit in Woodward Detroit
I see a lot of discussion around the subreddit about Detroit's transit woes so I did some thinking about transit, both from the present Detroit perspective of auto-dominance and an alternate rail and subway perspective.
Roads
Woodward could not have foreseen the explosive growth Detroit would see, eventually growing to a city of two million. I beilieve it is remarkable that he included 120' and 200' roads when designing the city in 1805; he showed remarkable foresight there that would lend itself well to Detroit's development as Motor City. However, I believe a limitation would show itself in the circle parks. Twelve roads all come together and you're stuck in a giant traffic circle. That sounds like a traffic nighmare.
On an interesting side note, there is nothing special about Woodward Avenue in Woodward Detroit. It isn't even a grand avenue. In present Detroit after the Woodward plan was defeated, people came along afterward and extended Fort, Michigan, Grand River, Woodward, Gratiot, and Jefferson into the "spokes" we know today. Ironically, the defeat of the Woodward Plan allowed Woodward to become a household name by having his name attached to the major thoroughfare of M-1.
While I have depicted the medians in the grand avenues as solid, there is no reason they couldn't be crossed with streets as they are presently on Washington Blvd, for example.
The layout of one way streets in the small Woodward portion of present Detroit gives a clue what the layout in Woodward Detroit could be like. The circle park road is one way, like a giant roundabout, then the outer concentric circular roads are also one way in alternating directions.
https://imgur.com/1dB9WLT
Writing my own fantasy history, we'll say that the parks contributed to traffic in Woodward Detroit becoming the worst in the country by the 1950s. Citizens of Woodward Detroit unified in such an uproar at the idea running highways through their unique city that the city was forced to look at more efficient ways of moving people...
Rail / Subway
The 200' wide grand avenues leave ample room for light rail in the medians, one track each way. However, unlike in present Detroit, where roads run dozens of miles without interruption, the grand avenues of Woodward Detroit are full of parks. One possible course of action is to use the Campus Martius style parks as stations and the Circle parks as interchanges for the trains.
https://imgur.com/WDPDvAz
A second option is more familiar: spokes. These lines could be on the surface or a subway system, but I call them "the subway" in the rest of the post, so we'll go with that. I like this spoke option because it solidifies Grand Circus park as the center of the city, with subway lines stretching out to the suburbs in a similar fashion to the spoke roads today. I don't know what the Grand Circus park station would look like, with the logistics of six subway lines all intersecting there, but I'm sure the result would be a marvel of the transit world. I chose to leave it to the imagination and have them all mash together, beacuse such a station is beyond my skill to create.
https://imgur.com/lCh1UWQ
Thirdly, the "why not both?" option ensures ample transit coverage.
https://imgur.com/sd5R4Z6
Now, with all of these lines, subways, and stations, it seems we need some way to move people around between them. Hence, the People Mover takes its place in Woodward Detroit. The People Mover can finally serve its intended purpose of moving people between different transit lines.
https://imgur.com/51MRHuq
Both sets of rail and the people mover create a robust transit system.
https://imgur.com/27WzjJ9
Looking at specific famous Detroit buildings / locations
Renaissance Center Since the unique part of the Woodward plan applies to only above Jefferson Ave, the Renaissance Center can stay exactly where it is in present Detroit.
https://imgur.com/VpLTfFZ
One Detroit Center, One Woodward Ave, McKinsey, Crowne Plaza
https://imgur.com/F4G5vis
Penobscot Building, Guardian Building, 211 Fort St.
https://imgur.com/OtgdTft
Campus Martius, First National Building, One Campus Martius, One Kennedy Square The first two buildings conform to the Woodward plan, One Kennedy Square was reshaped.
https://imgur.com/lXWFtS7
Monroe Block, First National, Cadillac Tower, Cadillac Square Cadillac Square is not a square any longer; instead it is just a part of Michigan Grand Ave. I've included a concept for the upcoming development on the Monroe block.
https://imgur.com/VoGyaiV
Hudson's Site Based upon the latest renderings, though the tower of apartments is more inspired by the first rendering. Standing 800' tall to its roof, this new skycraper is a focal point for present Detroit and Woodward Detroit alike.
https://imgur.com/z6NuGkB
View from top of David Whitney Building
https://imgur.com/9D9HaWA
Book Skyscraper In my made up history, the Woodward plan allowed Detroit's boom and surge to reach even greater heights before the Depression, enabling the construction of grand plans that were shelved in present Detroit because of the Depression. One such building is the 82 Story Book skyscraper attached to the Book Tower we know and love, standing about 900' tall!
https://imgur.com/27v3W27
Grand Circus Park Grand Circus Park would be quite a sight, to be standing in the center of the full circle with all twelve lots occupied by towers (though I didn't have the heart to remove the eternal parking lot at Adams and Madison (apparently now called Aretha Franklin Way)). In this alternate history, it is the transit hub of Detroit, served by six subway lines and the People Mover.
https://imgur.com/6hCgcTL
Water Board Building
https://imgur.com/VOHe101
Detroit Library
https://imgur.com/cssXTnA
Michigan Central Station
https://imgur.com/ntN6jHM https://imgur.com/MPXMKgi
Greektown / Casino
https://imgur.com/hQICX6D
Fisher Building
Another Detroit building that was prevented from reaching its full potential by the Depression. The Fisher Building we know today is less than a third of the original plan. You can read more about that in my post here: https://www.reddit.com/Detroit/comments/5vu97d/alternate_history_the_fisher_building_is_finished/?st=j89fj0h5&sh=928a4c31
In my alternate history, the Fisher brothers, seeking to cement their legacy with the largest commercial building in the world, finally convinced the city to allow the construction of their tower inside a circle park, ensuring that it is visible as the terminating vista on 12 streets. The Albert Kahn firm spared no expense and created a lavish limestone 60 story tower flanked by two 30 story towers, crowned by gold leaf roofs and all joined together by a U shaped, three-story lobby filled with decadent gold leaf, bronze, frescos, and murals. Finished just months before the 1929 Great Depression, it stands as a nationally-recognized high point of Art Deco architecture.
https://imgur.com/Bk17fXV
(Aside: How tall is it? There is a problem with the scale of the Fisher Building model. The width is correct at 800' and the footprint actually does just barely fit inside a circle park. However, the roof height (not including spire) of the 30 story part is 301' in the model while the actual roof height is 418.3'. Applying this scale factor would put the actual height of the 60 story roof at 938.3'.)
Riverfront Towers, Cobo, Joe Louis
https://imgur.com/v0WPDBn
Comerica Park and Ford Field
I experimented to see if these stadiums could fit inside circle parks.
https://imgur.com/AtGJUJR
https://imgur.com/g1n75ZF
Views
Aerial Views and Views from the tops of buildings
https://imgur.com/QyRFaqZ https://imgur.com/UE4TfN1 https://imgur.com/LpIYRNT https://imgur.com/NtHsBd8 https://imgur.com/U6D40h0 https://imgur.com/DhQs0Yl https://imgur.com/v7V2uz4 https://imgur.com/Wf6gOjm
Matched Photo
I attempted to match an aerial photo I found https://imgur.com/N7tf2lR http://banana1015.com/files/2016/03/Spencer-Platt-Getty-Images.jpg
Bonus
Woodward Detroit's one-of-a-kind layout has created a close knit city with an atmosphere like no other, with world leading architecture, innovation, and a robust transit system. Naturally, a certain tech company looking for their second HQ chose it as their first choice, claiming "there weren't ever really any other options." I had some fun making a circle park and its surrounding buildings into one unified HQ complex. And it does lie on one of the subway lines.
https://imgur.com/3lY5Rtn
Conclusion & Sources
For further reading about the history of the Woodward plan, I recommend this excellent three part article, from which I sourced much of my information:
http://detroiturbanism.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-woodward-plan-part-i-origins.html
Some information also came from here, a shorter summary focusing on the plan's downfall:
https://www.metrotimes.com/news-hits/archives/2015/06/01/the-detroit-that-never-was-how-the-woodward-plan-died-197-years-ago
In conclusion, once I learned about Woodward and his grand plan for Detroit, I voraciously devoured any information I could find about it. The combination of its true uniqueness among urban designs and the fact that just enough of the plan was built to stimulte curiousity but not enough to indicate what the whole city would look like sent me on this path. My goal was to create what Woodward could not and provide an alternate vision for what Detroit could have been. I greatly enjoyed following Woodward's own procedure to lay out a section and then populating with all the buildings and details. I am very pleased with the final results and hope you are too. I undertook this project out of passion and interest. I hope you enjoyed reading and that I arranged the content in a clear manner. Thanks for reading!
Acknowledgements
A wonderful tool in Sketchup is the ability to import models created by others. I used this to build more of a connection from my virtual Woodward Detroit to the Detroit we know today and I feel the results of my project would not have been even half as good without them. A big thank you to the following Sketchup users:

City of Detroit: finalcutjoe
Ally building: C M.
Guardian, Penobscot, David Stott, Cadillac Place, Cadillac Tower, Fisher Buildings: wyliepoon (Fisher Building was modified to its "full" version by me)
211 Fort: Jk
One Woodward Ave: Mads P.
First National Building: CS3Design
RenCen: green
Greektown Casino: Luke Potenza
J.L. Hudson Department Store: LateTU
Detroit Library Main Branch: Jim
Ford Field: svr2009/ViperDesigns
Comerica Park, Cobo Center: Google Geo Models
Joe Louis Arena: fsl0811
Michigan Central Station: Mike G.

Also thank you to this reddit post; which fueled my inspiration for this project: https://www.reddit.com/MapPorn/comments/14qgyc/oc_my_map_of_the_1807_woodward_plan_for_the/?st=j89i5z1x&sh=62676319

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An Essay on the Woodward Plan for Detroit, One of the Most Ambitious and Unique City Plans (x-post /r/Detroit)

Triangles! The Woodward plan is based upon repeating triangular sections, not the typical rectangular grid.
- Despite this, most of the building plots are still rectangular. Exceptions are the pentagonal ones around Campus Martiuses and the wedge and triangle ones around Grand Circuses
200' wide grand avenues running N-S and E-W. These create a familiar rectangular grid among the madness of the triangles.
- 120' radiating avenues are still pretty wide (for reference Michigan Ave Downtown is ~93' wide including sidewalks)
Parks, parks, and more parks. Each triangular Woodward section has one Grand Circus circle park, one Campus Martius rectangular park, and 8 triangle parks. Because of this, each Campus Martius park has a twin nearby. https://imgur.com/ji0l2Nn

This is nuts, how much of this was actually built?
I've highlighted the buildings that exist in the city today according to the following scheme:

Green = 100% conforming to the Woodward plan
Yellow = Partially conforming to the Woodward plan
Red = Does not conform to the Woodward plan

First, here's the buildings on top of the existing street layout:
https://imgur.com/P2uQaD3
Now, replace that street layout with Woodward's:
https://imgur.com/JRYkclz
Finally, destroy the nonconforming buildings and replace them with conforming buildings:
https://imgur.com/ZOokpeJ
This plan seems crazy, where did Woodward get the idea from?
He was impressed and inspired by Washington D.C. and its diagonal avenues, but Woodward's plan takes it a step further. While Washington D.C. is simply a system of rectangular lots that happens to have diagonal avenues in it, the Woodward plan is a modular system entirely based on triangles that could be added as the city expanded.
Are you saying the spoke roads are not a part of the Woodward Plan?
Yes, this is a common misconception. The only relationship the spoke roads have to the Woodward plan is that they take roads that are part of the Woodward plan and extend them straight for ~40 miles.
Why was so little of the plan implemented?
Firstly, Woodward had limited authority to break up land that was already owned. For example, the government owned the area between Michigan Ave and Jefferson Ave and chose to arrange it in a conventional grid. Additionally, land in parcels perpendicular to the river owned by individuals, like the Brush family and the Beaubien family, could not be broken up and incorporated into the plan.
Secondly, drafting up a city plan takes time and the people of Detroit grew restless as time passed after the devastating fire. The public also disliked the idea of so much public park space. Coupled with a general resistance for change, emnity toward Woodward's plan grew, so much so that others in Michigan's government would try to undo it while he was away. On one such occurrence, Woodward's detractors authorized the land north of Grand Circus park to be sold in rectangular parcels. Despite Woodward's alarm and protests that such a maneuver was illegal, the sale went through in 1817. This killed hope of implementing any more of the Woodward Plan. Part of Woodward's written complaint was as follows: “Nature had destined the city of Detroit to be a great interior emporium, equal, if not superior, to any other on the surface of the … globe. … In such a case that art of man should aid the benevolence of the Creator, and no restricted attachment to the present day or to present interests should induce a permanent sacrifice of ulterior and brilliant prospects.”
And with that, Detroit's chance to develop as a truly one-of-a-kind city passed. The question of "what if" has reigned unchallenged ever since. Until now, that is. Working from Judge Woodward's original plans, I built the city street by street and building by building in Sketchup, creating "Woodward Detroit". I've included some famous Detroit buildings in Woodward Detroit, most of the rest are "filler" buildings meant to give the impression of a complete city. Now, I give you Detroit built per Woodward's own specifications.
Some Aerial Photos and the Skyline
https://imgur.com/tBFvwfh https://imgur.com/Yn4TJyc https://imgur.com/sVuvYse
Transit in Woodward Detroit
I see a lot of discussion around the Detroit subreddit about Detroit's transit woes so I did some thinking about transit, both from the present Detroit perspective of auto-dominance and an alternate rail and subway perspective.
Roads
Woodward could not have foreseen the explosive growth Detroit would see, eventually growing to a city of two million. I beilieve it is remarkable that he included 120' and 200' roads when designing the city in 1805; he showed remarkable foresight there that would lend itself well to Detroit's development as Motor City. However, I believe a limitation would show itself in the circle parks. Twelve roads all come together and you're stuck in a giant traffic circle. That sounds like a traffic nighmare.
On an interesting side note, there is nothing special about Woodward Avenue in Woodward Detroit. It isn't even a grand avenue. In present Detroit after the Woodward plan was defeated, people came along afterward and extended Fort, Michigan, Grand River, Woodward, Gratiot, and Jefferson into the "spokes" we know today. Ironically, the defeat of the Woodward Plan allowed Woodward to become a household name by having his name attached to the major thoroughfare of M-1.
While I have depicted the medians in the grand avenues as solid, there is no reason they couldn't be crossed with streets as they are presently on Washington Blvd, for example.
The layout of one way streets in the small Woodward portion of present Detroit gives a clue what the layout in Woodward Detroit could be like. The circle park road is one way, like a giant roundabout, then the outer concentric circular roads are also one way in alternating directions.
https://imgur.com/1dB9WLT
Writing my own fantasy history, we'll say that the parks contributed to traffic in Woodward Detroit becoming the worst in the country by the 1950s. Citizens of Woodward Detroit unified in such an uproar at the idea running highways through their unique city that the city was forced to look at more efficient ways of moving people...
Rail / Subway
The 200' wide grand avenues leave ample room for light rail in the medians, one track each way. However, unlike in present Detroit, where roads run dozens of miles without interruption, the grand avenues of Woodward Detroit are full of parks. One possible course of action is to use the Campus Martius style parks as stations and the Circle parks as interchanges for the trains.
https://imgur.com/WDPDvAz
A second option is more familiar: spokes. These lines could be on the surface or a subway system, but I call them "the subway" in the rest of the post, so we'll go with that. I like this spoke option because it solidifies Grand Circus park as the center of the city, with subway lines stretching out to the suburbs in a similar fashion to the spoke roads today. I don't know what the Grand Circus park station would look like, with the logistics of six subway lines all intersecting there, but I'm sure the result would be a marvel of the transit world. I chose to leave it to the imagination and have them all mash together, beacuse such a station is beyond my skill to create.
https://imgur.com/lCh1UWQ
Thirdly, the "why not both?" option ensures ample transit coverage.
https://imgur.com/sd5R4Z6
Now, with all of these lines, subways, and stations, it seems we need some way to move people around between them. Hence, the People Mover takes its place in Woodward Detroit. The People Mover can finally serve its intended purpose of moving people between different transit lines.
https://imgur.com/51MRHuq
Both sets of rail and the people mover create a robust transit system.
https://imgur.com/27WzjJ9
Looking at specific famous Detroit buildings / locations
Renaissance Center Since the unique part of the Woodward plan applies to only above Jefferson Ave, the Renaissance Center can stay exactly where it is in present Detroit.
https://imgur.com/VpLTfFZ
One Detroit Center, One Woodward Ave, McKinsey, Crowne Plaza
https://imgur.com/F4G5vis
Penobscot Building, Guardian Building, 211 Fort St.
https://imgur.com/OtgdTft
Campus Martius, First National Building, One Campus Martius, One Kennedy Square The first two buildings conform to the Woodward plan, One Kennedy Square was reshaped.
https://imgur.com/lXWFtS7
Monroe Block, First National, Cadillac Tower, Cadillac Square Cadillac Square is not a square any longer; instead it is just a part of Michigan Grand Ave. I've included a concept for the upcoming development on the Monroe block.
https://imgur.com/VoGyaiV
Hudson's Site Based upon the latest renderings, though the tower of apartments is more inspired by the first rendering. Standing 800' tall to its roof, this new skycraper is a focal point for present Detroit and Woodward Detroit alike.
https://imgur.com/z6NuGkB
View from top of David Whitney Building
https://imgur.com/9D9HaWA
Book Skyscraper In my made up history, the Woodward plan allowed Detroit's boom and surge to reach even greater heights before the Depression, enabling the construction of grand plans that were shelved in present Detroit because of the Depression. One such building is the 82 Story Book skyscraper attached to the Book Tower we know and love, standing about 900' tall!
https://imgur.com/27v3W27
Grand Circus Park Grand Circus Park would be quite a sight, to be standing in the center of the full circle with all twelve lots occupied by towers (though I didn't have the heart to remove the eternal parking lot at Adams and Madison (apparently now called Aretha Franklin Way)). In this alternate history, it is the transit hub of Detroit, served by six subway lines and the People Mover.
https://imgur.com/6hCgcTL
Water Board Building
https://imgur.com/VOHe101
Detroit Library
https://imgur.com/cssXTnA
Michigan Central Station
https://imgur.com/ntN6jHM https://imgur.com/MPXMKgi
Greektown / Casino
https://imgur.com/hQICX6D
Fisher Building
Another Detroit building that was prevented from reaching its full potential by the Depression. The Fisher Building we know today is less than a third of the original plan. You can read more about that in my post here: https://www.reddit.com/Detroit/comments/5vu97d/alternate_history_the_fisher_building_is_finished/?st=j89fj0h5&sh=928a4c31
In my alternate history, the Fisher brothers, seeking to cement their legacy with the largest commercial building in the world, finally convinced the city to allow the construction of their tower inside a circle park, ensuring that it is visible as the terminating vista on 12 streets. The Albert Kahn firm spared no expense and created a lavish limestone 60 story tower flanked by two 30 story towers, crowned by gold leaf roofs and all joined together by a U shaped, three-story lobby filled with decadent gold leaf, bronze, frescos, and murals. Finished just months before the 1929 Great Depression, it stands as a nationally-recognized high point of Art Deco architecture.
https://imgur.com/Bk17fXV
(Aside: How tall is it? There is a problem with the scale of the Fisher Building model. The width is correct at 800' and the footprint actually does just barely fit inside a circle park. However, the roof height (not including spire) of the 30 story part is 301' in the model while the actual roof height is 418.3'. Applying this scale factor would put the actual height of the 60 story roof at 938.3'.)
Riverfront Towers, Cobo, Joe Louis
https://imgur.com/v0WPDBn
Comerica Park and Ford Field
I experimented to see if these stadiums could fit inside circle parks.
https://imgur.com/AtGJUJR
https://imgur.com/g1n75ZF
Views
Aerial Views and Views from the tops of buildings
https://imgur.com/QyRFaqZ https://imgur.com/UE4TfN1 https://imgur.com/LpIYRNT https://imgur.com/NtHsBd8 https://imgur.com/U6D40h0 https://imgur.com/DhQs0Yl https://imgur.com/v7V2uz4 https://imgur.com/Wf6gOjm
Matched Photo
I attempted to match an aerial photo I found https://imgur.com/N7tf2lR http://banana1015.com/files/2016/03/Spencer-Platt-Getty-Images.jpg
Bonus
Woodward Detroit's one-of-a-kind layout has created a close knit city with an atmosphere like no other, with world leading architecture, innovation, and a robust transit system. Naturally, a certain tech company looking for their second HQ chose it as their first choice, claiming "there weren't ever really any other options." I had some fun making a circle park and its surrounding buildings into one unified HQ complex. And it does lie on one of the subway lines.
https://imgur.com/3lY5Rtn
Conclusion & Sources
For further reading about the history of the Woodward plan, I recommend this excellent three part article, from which I sourced much of my information:
http://detroiturbanism.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-woodward-plan-part-i-origins.html
Some information also came from here, a shorter summary focusing on the plan's downfall:
https://www.metrotimes.com/news-hits/archives/2015/06/01/the-detroit-that-never-was-how-the-woodward-plan-died-197-years-ago
In conclusion, once I learned about Woodward and his grand plan for Detroit, I voraciously devoured any information I could find about it. The combination of its true uniqueness among urban designs and the fact that just enough of the plan was built to stimulte curiousity but not enough to indicate what the whole city would look like sent me on this path. My goal was to create what Woodward could not and provide an alternate vision for what Detroit could have been. I greatly enjoyed following Woodward's own procedure to lay out a section and then populating with all the buildings and details. I am very pleased with the final results and hope you are too. I undertook this project out of passion and interest. I hope you enjoyed reading and that I arranged the content in a clear manner. Thanks for reading!
Acknowledgements
A wonderful tool in Sketchup is the ability to import models created by others. I used this to build more of a connection from my virtual Woodward Detroit to the Detroit we know today and I feel the results of my project would not have been even half as good without them. A big thank you to the following Sketchup users:

City of Detroit: finalcutjoe
Ally building: C M.
Guardian, Penobscot, David Stott, Cadillac Place, Cadillac Tower, Fisher Buildings: wyliepoon (Fisher Building was modified to its "full" version by me)
211 Fort: Jk
One Woodward Ave: Mads P.
First National Building: CS3Design
RenCen: green
Greektown Casino: Luke Potenza
J.L. Hudson Department Store: LateTU
Detroit Library Main Branch: Jim
Ford Field: svr2009/ViperDesigns
Comerica Park, Cobo Center: Google Geo Models
Joe Louis Arena: fsl0811
Michigan Central Station: Mike G.

Also thank you to this reddit post; which fueled my inspiration for this project: https://www.reddit.com/MapPorn/comments/14qgyc/oc_my_map_of_the_1807_woodward_plan_for_the/?st=j89i5z1x&sh=62676319

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Synaptica (Character and World Codex)

Characters

David Freeman
A hard boiled rebel detective for the Federal Bureau of Cyberneurics. David recalls Rustin Cohle, Joe Miller, Jimmy McNulty, Sherlock Holmes with a shot of Christian Bale on the rocks.
David is a caucasian male in his late forties, approximately six feet two inches. Some long line of introspective European, maybe German or Jewish. He is medium built with coiled muscles and razer reflexes from prior military training and cardiovascular exercise. He has a gaunt angled face framed with stiff black hair just beginning to edge grey. His nose, bent from too many bar fights, watches over chapped and sealed lips. His eyes are hollow almond, the kind that wish they were somewhere else. He wears a prussian blue work suit which hasn’t been ironed in a while and a coffee-stained dress shirt.
Loss drives David, loss of his daughter. He spends his days remorsing on her death and his nights searching for her killer. All the while drowning in the closest drink. After his daughter’s death David had her neural network digitally entombed, the demi-soul of her thoughts now dwelling on a cerebral implant inside his head. He wants his daughter back but knows he can never have that. He harbors burning vengeance for the one who took his daughter away for him but six long years of searching have brought him no closer. His is a relentless pursuit of truth.
David is a rowboat of self-inflicted rage amid a tempest of sorrow. David keeps mostly to himself and has trouble trusting the intentions of others. Experienced at sensing the order of things, David focuses on objective facts and patterns to solve crimes. Everything is processed through logical filters and his curiosity is often more interested in finding answers then the answers themselves. Always vigilant, David adapts to changing circumstances spontaneously. His voice is monologue and melancholy, the kind talking directly to you. His vocabulary, down to earth and working man but all to often straying toward existentialism.
David is a heterosexual man. His ex-wife used to break out the kinky handcuffs, but that was before she left, taking his chance of a happy little family with her. And the dog, he liked the dog. It is not that David won’t stop and momentarily contemplate the taunt wet curves of the stripper at the bar. But it always comes back to the pointlessness of it all which prevents him from forming human connections.
Politically, David supports the Hegemony because the Hegemony supports his paycheck. He knows the government does bad things but, the way he sees it, it is not his problem. Whether it is this party in power or that one makes little difference. David holds much the same beliefs on religion. He is apatheistic, whether or not God exists being irrelevant since God clearly has no intention of interfering down here.
Sophia “Jax” Mao
A retro hacker determined to change the world. Jax multiplies Lisbeth Salander, Trinity, Sombra, Major Mira Killian, Elliot Alderson, with a hit of Tiny Tina straight to the veins.
Jax is a hispanic female in her early twenties, approximately five foot one inch. She is fluent in mexican and ryukyuan. Growing up on the street, Jax was a parkour fanatic and her body is thin and lithe with viperious agility.. Her face is a mocha teardrop laced with a midnight lavender mohawk and not-so-subtle eyebrow extensions. A platinum nose ring clips a petite nose above sensual lips the most irresistible violet. Her eyes scream neon pink from cybernetic iris implants. An ink black dragon scrawls across her elegant curved back. Her nails are hieroglyphic LED. She wears a short leather jacket, studded rivet belt and frayed mini-skirt, all shades between onyx and pitch. Her scent is lilac.
Pleasure and fame drive Jax. She wants nothing more than to be remarkable among a sea of forgotten people and ride every thrilling sensation she can achieve on her way to the top. Orphaned at a young age Jax was raised on the streets and it was on the streets that she learned to hack. At age seven she had broken into her first cryptocurrency bank. At age eleven she had programed a class III artificial intelligence. But it was Retros, the virtual reflections of the past, where Sophia truly found her domain. Here in the Retros, Jax is queen, bending chance and circumstance to her will. She spends her days dominating cyberspace under her alias, telecasting her performances to a captive holo-vid fan club. She spends her nights lit by hazers, empathogens and psychoanaleptics in underground rave discotecas.
Jax is an ecstacy firecracker illuminating a starless night. She laughs, loves and lives her life to the fullest. She is seductive, daring, and optimistic. Yet she knows her waves in the web have made her some deadly enemies. She uses her cleverness and flexibility to constantly evade these foes, always having an alternative contingency. Jax is charged up by being around other people and can multitask like a processor in parallel. She focuses on possibilities and values creativity and innovation. Feelings give her direction and she is sensitive to the emotions of others often using these to manipulate them. Her voice is quirky and hyperactive. Her vocabulary playful tones but a penchant for awkward cursing.
Romantically, Jax is bisexual woman with preference for women. She has seen it all but don’t make the mistake of thinking she is a slut. Every partner she has ever been with has had to earn it. Problem with a girl like Jax, she is rarely satisfied for long. She is not narcissistic, nor high maintenance, she just has space rocket standards.
Jax falls somewhere between libertarian and anarchist. Part of her dreams of a future where triumphant democracy allows us to live free. But a smarter part of her knows that it is all going to have to come burning down to get there. On triple proxy encrypted channels there are messages with certain rebel elements. Whether she would even take the next step even Jax doesn't know for sure. Jax is a Catholic. She knows her Madre would have never approved of her lifestyle but nevertheless she still clings to the old religion. She finds ironic comfort, like a fairytale amidst the swirling chaos of everything else. Be a good person and upload to heaven. Someday.
Eli Achebe Malik
A slave mechanic for the Keays War Raiders. Eli is constructed from Idris Elba, Denzel Washington, Samuel L. Jackson, Tom Hardy, and nitro primed with Ludacris.
Eli is an african american male in his mid thirties, approximately six feet seven inches. Before the Fall, genetic engineering was widespread and in the post-apocalyptic nomads these mutagen chromosomes have been evolutionarily selected. His bones are ultra-dense from rare earth metal ossification. Myosacro hyperplasia reinforced by years of junkyard weight lifting have built his muscles brutish. Eli’s face has a rough texture and granite jawline, his hair is corded dreadlocks adorned with cerimonial trinkets. His skin is scarred ebony hide. His hawk eyes are shaded moss green. His left arm is a military-grade cybernetic aug with hydraulic servos and piezoelectric twitch fibers. He wears a threaded dirt linen tunic with camouflage leather breeches. When traveling in the mantle tunnels he wears a mole suit, water cooled trench coat and strapped oxygen tank. He speaks rarely but when he does his voice is calm and bass. His vocabulary is english mixed with Akkadian.
Survival drives El, survival at any conceivable cost. Taken from his birth clan as annual tribute, his first memories are of the long trek across the Oklahoma floodplains. He was sold at the outskirts of the Mojave irradiated zone to the Keays Boys. The savages brought him to the trash mesa ruins of San Diego. They forced him into the mechanic trenches, but under the encouraging touch of thorn whips, Eli found he had a gift. He was adept at turning rusting metal into diesel-spitting machine. His cars, whether screaming past salt-flat speedways or pillaging neighboring tribes, always seemed the fastest. On his name day he was sold to the Boss for work on the warlord’s personal mech walker. He spends his days tinkering with gatling machine guns and squeezing every ounce of horsepower out of turbine engines.
Eli is a calm wind over scorching desert. He has a serenity that comes from having everything taken away. He seeks a harmony with nature and shows a gentleness towards lingering life. But buried underneath that is loathing and fury for what his tormentors have done to him. He is independant save for the shackles that bind him, yet dependable, pragmatic and tenacious. In his mind what separates mankind from beast is values, chief among them honesty and justice and he judges others by this same code of honor.
Eli is a heterosexual man. At an early age his genitals were mutilated both to boost testosterone for cage fights and render slaves unable to reproduce. David’s religion prohibits sexual desires outside of marriage and he is quick to temper errant thoughts. David, despite being a lone wolf, longs for a family some day.
Eli is an outsider. All he has ever known is gang tyranny and tribal castes. Eli believes deeply in the shamanistic creed of his birth, loosely translated as the Quake Brotherhood. This religion preaches that a prophet will come some day to reclaim the earth and only those who follow the rituals strictly will be saved. Eli has practiced these rituals in secret for many long years.

Neo Angeles

The Towers
Neo Angeles. Founded circa 2058 in the still cooling radioactive ash of old Los Angeles, the city was an amalgamation of constructed mountains and excativated canyons. On a clear day, from the outskirts of the Mojave Irradiated Zone you could just make out the Towers gleaming against the bay. Massive citadels formed from titan alloy skeleton and indomitable granicrete core, these mammoth institutes formed the foundation upon which humanity's future would be built or her soul finally crushed. There were seven towers.
Lakshfi, Vault of Prosperity, home of the banking guilds and mega finance firms, was bedecked opulent golden whirls on decadent silver, her enormous clockface rang constantly trading marketplace cash, commodities and wealth from the Trans-African Republic to the Russian Confederacy. Anbal, High Seat of Justice, adorned marble columns with blind lady justice overwatching, in her halls the Judicators safeguarded the populace from unrelenting lawlessness. Seshrat, The Bureaucratic Monolith, tubule stylus where legions of unnamed bureaucrats churned the gears of society. Genaea, Birthplace of Gen-gineering, verdant helix whose spiraling terraces overflowed with designer vegetation and rejuvative stemcell tanks. Budyha, The Happy Corporation, supplier of franchised acme products worldwide, cartoon animations dancing along prismatic cubic surfaces. TyrX, NanoRobotic Industries, an ominous scarlet ziggurat, empty scarab husk abandoned since the Drone Wars.
The last Tower, Irez, rose above the rest. Her triangular heights crawling with vid screens and vox speakers. Pinnacle crowned satellite array broadcasting Pan-China syndicated programming. Irez was the nexus for the Neuro Electronic Terminus and it was said those working in the server bunkers underneath Irez could still feel the vibrational dreams of all those lost in the NET.
The Boxes
The Boxes were the labyrinth sprawl at the foot of the Towers, a concrete jungle of condominiums squares and overlapping residential zones. Make enough credits and you live in a penthouse in the Highrizers. Don’t make enough and you sleep in an individual coffin bed slotted next to a couple hundred of your neighbors. For everyone in between there was the apartments. A billion people lived her, all struggling to find purpose among rampant commercialism, racial divides and a society become machine.
The residential zones were checkered against the ever busy commercial sectors where your happiness was only a price tag away. Mega-malls, prefabricated chain stores and retail outlets reproducing at the limits of supply and demands. Here buzzing stream of delivery drones ferry online orders to the convenience of home.
Interconnecting the residential zones and the commercial sectors was an expansive web of bridge, magnetic track and hoverway. The major transit hubs pumped the citizen lifeblood to the city through pneumonic hyperloops. Supersonic flights continuously taking off and landing at Asimove International. Perched on the hill overlooking the airfields was a lone X-21 Traveler, the launchpad on darkened lockdown since the moon colony went dark. Streams of fishing trawlers, cargo freighters, juvenile sportscraft and private yachts filtered through the cities two ports, North Marina and Rancid Harbor.
At the northern end of the Boxes was Gates University, you did well in primary schooling, you went to Gates with a chance at a better life someday. Next door was the Neo Angeles Archival Library, buried in those dusty mainframes were stories from before the Fall and even the occasional banned religious texts. Nearby Genaea Memorial, High Cross and Children’s heals those with priority insurance. Those more indigent queue for St. Bellevue, coughing in the exhaust from the Infirm Crematoriums.
The Boxes, for all it’s toil was not without its points of pleasure. In the Art district were the Grand Aero Theater, Bard Studioway, the Hover Speedway, and the Rave Circuses. The Entertainment Complex humed with upscale nightclubs, aroma restaurants, and the privilege casinos. Hybrid Gardens was home to reanimated birds and beasts from the extinct wild, now thriving in a photosynthetic jungle. Lakeshore Hills to the south offered serenity living for country club suburbanites. Vacation Island, pristine beach resort of the Elite, rested just offshore. And not to be forgotten was the theme park Budyha Land, family centric incorporated fun for all paying customers.
The Industrial Pits
Beneath the Boxes were kilometer deep bore holes penetrating the earth’s crust. Hollowed out shortly after the Twenty Minute War, they were originally intended to serve as massive fallout shelters for the city populace. However, they had since become dark fallen places where societies most undesirable seemed to settle. The poor, villainous and lost condemned to a subterranean life sentence.
The Tech Caverns housed the massive nuclear facilities and hydroponics plants, life support for surface side. Augs, those who had chosen cybernetic enhancement for medical or cultural reasons were shunned by society but welcome in the engineering communities down here. The Indentured, civilians who sold their rights for protection, food and shelter, worked laborious and short lives in factory towns. Slugs, those addicted to drugs or virtual stimulation litered the sewer tunnels down here. Among these factory towns were the ethnic enclaves, Little India, Euroburg, Asiatown and Latinville, each with a dedicated crime family engaged in all out gang warfare amid ghetto squalor.
Descend down a level and you would find the Subterrestrial Farms, growing luminescent biovats, gengineered plantations and meat slime nurseries. Harvesting drones nurtured and protected these pitch black fields from the hungry. The deepest abyssal Pits were mostly unknown. Hole 64 was a black site prison restricted to the most craven criminals and their machine wardens. Hole 51 was omega classified, some say it collapsed long ago, some say it contained pre-Fall relics. Those who said anymore, disappeared.

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[Synaptica] Cyberpunk Characters and World

Characters
David Freeman
A hard boiled freelance detective for the Federal Bureau of Cyberneurics. David recalls Rustin Cohle, Joe Miller, Jimmy McNulty, Sherlock Holmes with a shot of Christian Bale on the rocks.
David is a caucasian male in his late forties, approximately six feet two inches. Some long line of introspective European, maybe German or Jewish. He is medium built with coiled muscles and razer reflexes from prior military training and cardiovascular exercise. He has a gaunt angled face framed with stiff black hair just beginning to edge grey. His nose, bent from too many bar fights, watches over chapped and sealed lips. His eyes are hollow almond, the kind that wish they were somewhere else. He wears a prussian blue work suit which hasn’t been ironed in a while and a coffee-stained dress shirt.
Loss drives David, loss of his daughter. He spends his days remorsing on her death and his nights searching for her killer. All the while drowning in the closest drink. After his daughter’s death David had her neural network digitally entombed, the demi-soul of her thoughts now dwelling on a cerebral implant inside his head. He wants his daughter back but knows he can never have that. He harbors burning vengeance for the one who took his daughter away for him but six long years of searching have brought him no closer. His is a relentless pursuit of truth.
David is a rowboat of self-inflicted rage amid a tempest of sorrow. David keeps mostly to himself and has trouble trusting the intentions of others. Experienced at sensing the order of things, David focuses on objective facts and patterns to solve crimes. Everything is processed through logical filters and his curiosity is often more interested in finding answers then the answers themselves. Always vigilant, David adapts to changing circumstances spontaneously. His voice is monologue and melancholy, the kind talking directly to you. His vocabulary, down to earth and working man but all to often straying toward existentialism.
David is a heterosexual man. His ex-wife used to break out the kinky handcuffs, but that was before she left, taking his chance of a happy little family with her. And the dog, he liked the dog. It is not that David won’t stop and momentarily contemplate the taunt wet curves of the stripper at the bar. But it always comes back to the pointlessness of it all which prevents him from forming human connections.
Politically, David supports the Hegemony because the Hegemony supports his paycheck. He knows the government does bad things but, the way he sees it, it is not his problem. Whether it is this party in power or that one makes little difference. David holds much the same beliefs on religion. He is apatheistic, whether or not God exists being irrelevant since God clearly has no intention of interfering down here.
Sophia “Jax” Mao
A retro hacker determined to change the world. Jax multiplies Lisbeth Salander, Trinity, Sombra, Major Mira Killian, Elliot Alderson, with a hit of Tiny Tina straight to the veins.
Jax is a hispanic female in her early twenties, approximately five foot one inch. She is fluent in mexican and ryukyuan. Growing up on the street, Jax was a parkour fanatic and her body is thin and lithe with viperious agility.. Her face is a mocha teardrop laced with a midnight lavender mohawk and not-so-subtle eyebrow extensions. A platinum nose ring clips a petite nose above sensual lips the most irresistible violet. Her eyes scream neon pink from cybernetic iris implants. An ink black dragon scrawls across her elegant curved back. Her nails are hieroglyphic LED. She wears a short leather jacket, studded rivet belt and frayed mini-skirt, all shades between onyx and pitch. Her scent is lilac.
Pleasure and fame drive Jax. She wants nothing more than to be remarkable among a sea of forgotten people and ride every thrilling sensation she can achieve on her way to the top. Orphaned at a young age Jax was raised on the streets and it was on the streets that she learned to hack. At age seven she had broken into her first cryptocurrency bank. At age eleven she had programed a class III artificial intelligence. But it was Retros, the virtual reflections of the past, where Sophia truly found her domain. Here in the Retros, Jax is queen, bending chance and circumstance to her will. She spends her days dominating cyberspace under her alias, telecasting her performances to a captive holo-vid fan club. She spends her nights lit by hazers, empathogens and psychoanaleptics in underground rave discotecas.
Jax is an ecstacy firecracker illuminating a starless night. She laughs, loves and lives her life to the fullest. She is seductive, daring, and optimistic. Yet she knows her waves in the web have made her some deadly enemies. She uses her cleverness and flexibility to constantly evade these foes, always having an alternative contingency. Jax is charged up by being around other people and can multitask like a processor in parallel. She focuses on possibilities and values creativity and innovation. Feelings give her direction and she is sensitive to the emotions of others often using these to manipulate them. Her voice is quirky and hyperactive. Her vocabulary playful tones but a penchant for awkward cursing.
Romantically, Jax is bisexual woman with preference for women. She has seen it all but don’t make the mistake of thinking she is a slut. Every partner she has ever been with has had to earn it. Problem with a girl like Jax, she is rarely satisfied for long. She is not narcissistic, nor high maintenance, she just has space rocket standards.
Jax falls somewhere between libertarian and anarchist. Part of her dreams of a future where triumphant democracy allows us to live free. But a smarter part of her knows that it is all going to have to come burning down to get there. On triple proxy encrypted channels there are messages with certain rebel elements. Whether she would even take the next step even Jax doesn't know for sure. Jax is a Catholic. She knows her Madre would have never approved of her lifestyle but nevertheless she still clings to the old religion. She finds ironic comfort, like a fairytale amidst the swirling chaos of everything else. Be a good person and upload to heaven. Someday.
Eli Achebe Malik
A slave mechanic for the Keays War Raiders. Eli is constructed from Idris Elba, Denzel Washington, Samuel L. Jackson, Tom Hardy, and nitro primed with Ludacris.
Eli is an african american male in his mid thirties, approximately six feet seven inches. Before the Fall, genetic engineering was widespread and in the post-apocalyptic nomads these mutagen chromosomes have been evolutionarily selected. His bones are ultra-dense from rare earth metal ossification. Myosacro hyperplasia reinforced by years of junkyard weight lifting have built his muscles brutish. Eli’s face has a rough texture and granite jawline, his hair is corded dreadlocks adorned with cerimonial trinkets. His skin is scarred ebony hide. His hawk eyes are shaded moss green. His left arm is a military-grade cybernetic aug with hydraulic servos and piezoelectric twitch fibers. He wears a threaded dirt linen tunic with camouflage leather breeches. When traveling in the mantle tunnels he wears a mole suit, water cooled trench coat and strapped oxygen tank. He speaks rarely but when he does his voice is calm and bass. His vocabulary is english mixed with Akkadian.
Survival drives El, survival at any conceivable cost. Taken from his birth clan as annual tribute, his first memories are of the long trek across the Oklahoma floodplains. He was sold at the outskirts of the Mojave irradiated zone to the Keays Boys. The savages brought him to the trash mesa ruins of San Diego. They forced him into the mechanic trenches, but under the encouraging touch of thorn whips, Eli found he had a gift. He was adept at turning rusting metal into diesel-spitting machine. His cars, whether screaming past salt-flat speedways or pillaging neighboring tribes, always seemed the fastest. On his name day he was sold to the Boss for work on the warlord’s personal mech walker. He spends his days tinkering with gatling machine guns and squeezing every ounce of horsepower out of turbine engines.
Eli is a calm wind over scorching desert. He has a serenity that comes from having everything taken away. He seeks a harmony with nature and shows a gentleness towards lingering life. But buried underneath that is loathing and fury for what his tormentors have done to him. He is independant save for the shackles that bind him, yet dependable, pragmatic and tenacious. In his mind what separates mankind from beast is values, chief among them honesty and justice and he judges others by this same code of honor.
Eli is a heterosexual man. At an early age his genitals were mutilated both to boost testosterone for cage fights and render slaves unable to reproduce. David’s religion prohibits sexual desires outside of marriage and he is quick to temper errant thoughts. David, despite being a lone wolf, longs for a family some day.
Eli is an outsider. All he has ever known is gang tyranny and tribal castes. Eli believes deeply in the shamanistic creed of his birth, loosely translated as the Quake Brotherhood. This religion preaches that a prophet will come some day to reclaim the earth and only those who follow the rituals strictly will be saved. Eli has practiced these rituals in secret for many long years.
Neo Angeles
The Towers
Neo Angeles. Founded circa 2058 in the still cooling radioactive ash of old Los Angeles, the city was an amalgamation of constructed mountains and excativated canyons. On a clear day, from the outskirts of the Mojave Irradiated Zone you could just make out the Towers gleaming against the bay. Massive citadels formed from titan alloy skeleton and indomitable granicrete core, these mammoth institutes formed the foundation upon which humanity's future would be built or her soul finally crushed. There were seven towers.
Lakshfi, Vault of Prosperity, home of the banking guilds and mega finance firms, was bedecked opulent golden whirls on decadent silver, her enormous clockface rang constantly trading marketplace cash, commodities and wealth from the Trans-African Republic to the Russian Confederacy. Anbal, High Seat of Justice, adorned marble columns with blind lady justice overwatching, in her halls the Judicators safeguarded the populace from unrelenting lawlessness. Seshrat, The Bureaucratic Monolith, tubule stylus where legions of unnamed bureaucrats churned the gears of society. Genaea, Birthplace of Gen-gineering, verdant helix whose spiraling terraces overflowed with designer vegetation and rejuvative stemcell tanks. Budyha, The Happy Corporation, supplier of franchised acme products worldwide, cartoon animations dancing along prismatic cubic surfaces. TyrX, NanoRobotic Industries, an ominous scarlet ziggurat, empty scarab husk abandoned since the Drone Wars.
The last Tower, Irez, rose above the rest. Her triangular heights crawling with vid screens and vox speakers. Pinnacle crowned satellite array broadcasting Pan-China syndicated programming. Irez was the nexus for the Neuro Electronic Terminus and it was said those working in the server bunkers underneath Irez could still feel the vibrational dreams of all those lost in the NET.
The Boxes
The Boxes were the labyrinth sprawl at the foot of the Towers, a concrete jungle of condominiums squares and overlapping residential zones. Make enough credits and you live in a penthouse in the Highrizers. Don’t make enough and you sleep in an individual coffin bed slotted next to a couple hundred of your neighbors. For everyone in between there was the apartments. A billion people lived her, all struggling to find purpose among rampant commercialism, racial divides and a society become machine.
The residential zones were checkered against the ever busy commercial sectors where your happiness was only a price tag away. Mega-malls, prefabricated chain stores and retail outlets reproducing at the limits of supply and demands. Here buzzing stream of delivery drones ferry online orders to the convenience of home.
Interconnecting the residential zones and the commercial sectors was an expansive web of bridge, magnetic track and hoverway. The major transit hubs pumped the citizen lifeblood to the city through pneumonic hyperloops. Supersonic flights continuously taking off and landing at Asimove International. Perched on the hill overlooking the airfields was a lone X-21 Traveler, the launchpad on darkened lockdown since the moon colony went dark. Streams of fishing trawlers, cargo freighters, juvenile sportscraft and private yachts filtered through the cities two ports, North Marina and Rancid Harbor.
At the northern end of the Boxes was Gates University, you did well in primary schooling, you went to Gates with a chance at a better life someday. Next door was the Neo Angeles Archival Library, buried in those dusty mainframes were stories from before the Fall and even the occasional banned religious texts. Nearby Genaea Memorial, High Cross and Children’s heals those with priority insurance. Those more indigent queue for St. Bellevue, coughing in the exhaust from the Infirm Crematoriums.
The Boxes, for all it’s toil was not without its points of pleasure. In the Art district were the Grand Aero Theater, Bard Studioway, the Hover Speedway, and the Rave Circuses. The Entertainment Complex humed with upscale nightclubs, aroma restaurants, and the privilege casinos. Hybrid Gardens was home to reanimated birds and beasts from the extinct wild, now thriving in a photosynthetic jungle. Lakeshore Hills to the south offered serenity living for country club suburbanites. Vacation Island, pristine beach resort of the Elite, rested just offshore. And not to be forgotten was the theme park Budyha Land, family centric incorporated fun for all paying customers.
The Industrial Pits
Beneath the Boxes were kilometer deep bore holes penetrating the earth’s crust. Hollowed out shortly after the Twenty Minute War, they were originally intended to serve as massive fallout shelters for the city populace. However, they had since become dark fallen places where societies most undesirable seemed to settle. The poor, villainous and lost condemned to a subterranean life sentence.
The Tech Caverns housed the massive nuclear facilities and hydroponics plants, life support for surface side. Augs, those who had chosen cybernetic enhancement for medical or cultural reasons were shunned by society but welcome in the engineering communities down here. The Indentured, civilians who sold their rights for protection, food and shelter, worked laborious and short lives in factory towns. Slugs, those addicted to drugs or virtual stimulation litered the sewer tunnels down here. Among these factory towns were the ethnic enclaves, Little India, Euroburg, Asiatown and Latinville, each with a dedicated crime family engaged in all out gang warfare amid ghetto squalor.
Descend down a level and you would find the Subterrestrial Farms, growing luminescent biovats, gengineered plantations and meat slime nurseries. Harvesting drones nurtured and protected these pitch black fields from the hungry. The deepest abyssal Pits were mostly unknown. Hole 64 was a black site prison restricted to the most craven criminals and their machine wardens. Hole 51 was omega classified, some say it collapsed long ago, some say it contained pre-Fall relics. Those who said anymore, disappeared.

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[SPS] Synaptica (Cyberpunk Novel in Development)

Synaptica Chapter 1: Everything Connected (3059 words)
David Fletcher, freelance detective for the LAPD cyberneurics unit, was searching. Three days ago his cerebral interface had woken up. He did not know how his augmented intelligence was working after six long silent years. But he knew it was connected to a murder. John McCarthy, the inventor of the Ahtaga Implant, had been found dead in his penthouse that same day. And David was going to discover why.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sR9aQ6TvgvR-RsPLnlXxUsbrnrEtuOUAEj-qN2_oqnQ/edit?usp=sharing
Any thoughts on plot flow, character development, setting descriptions, themes and writing style is appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Bonus Excerpt from the Synaptica Lore Bible

The Towers
Neo Angeles. Founded circa 2058 in the still cooling radioactive ash of old Los Angeles, the city was an amalgamation of constructed mountains and excativated canyons. On a clear day, from the outskirts of the Mojave Wastelands you could just make out the Towers gleaming against the bay. Massive citadels formed from titan alloy skeleton and indomitable granicrete core, these mammoth institutes formed the foundation upon which humanity's future would be built or her soul finally crushed. There were seven towers.
Lakshfi, Vault of Prosperity, home of the banking guilds and mega finance firms, was bedecked opulent golden whirls on decadent silver, her enormous silver clockface rang constantly trading marketplace cash, commodities and wealth from the Trans-African Republic to the Russian Confederacy. Anbal, High Seat of Justice, adorned marble columns with blind lady justice overwatching, in her halls the Judicators safeguarded the populace from unrelenting lawlessness. Seshrat, The Bureaucratic Monolith, tubule stylus where legions of unnamed bureaucrats churn the gears of society. Genaea, Birthplace of Gen-gineering, verdant helix whose spiraling terraces overflowed with designer vegetation and rejuvative stemcell tanks. Budyha, The Happy Corporation, supplier of franchised acme products worldwide, cartoon animations dancing along prismatic cubic surfaces. TyrX, NanoRobotic Industries, an ominous scarlet ziggurat, empty scarab husk abandoned since the drone wars.
The last Tower, Irez, rose above the rest. Her triangular heights crawling with vid screens and vox speakers. Pinnacle crowned satellite array broadcasting Pan-China syndicated programing. Irez was the nexus for the Neuro Electronic Terminus and it was said those working in the server bunkers underneath Irez could still feel the vibrational dreams of all those lost in the NET.
The Boxes
The Boxes were the labyrinth sprawl at the foot of the Towers, a concrete jungle of commerce squares and overlapping residential sectors. All connected by web ways of bridge, surface track and hoverway. A billion people lived her, all struggling to find purpose among rampant commercialism, racial divides and a society become machine.
The major transit hubs pumped the citizen lifeblood to the city through pneumonic hyperloops. Supersonic flights continuously taking off and landing at Asimove International. Perched on the hill overlooking the airfields was a lone X-21 Traveler, the launchpad on darkened lockdown since the moon colony went dark. Streams of fishing trawlers, cargo freighters, juvenile sportscraft and private yachts filtered through the cities two ports, North Marina and Rancid Harbor.
At the northern end of the Boxes was Gates University, you did well in primary schooling, you went to Gates with a chance at a better life someday. Next door was the Neo Angeles Archival Library, buried in those dusty mainframes were stories from before the Fall and even the occasional banned religious texts. Nearby Genaea Memorial, High Cross and Children’s heals those with priority insurance. Those more indigent queue for St. Bellevue, coughing in the exhaust from the Infirm Crematoriums.
The Boxes, for all it’s toil was not without its points of pleasure. In the Art district were the Grand Aero Theater, Bard Studioway and the Rave Circuses. The Entertainment Complex humed with upscale nightclubs, aroma restaurants, and the privilege casinos. Hybrid Gardens was home to reanimated birds and beasts from the extinct wild, now thriving in a photosynthetic jungle. Lakeshore Hills to the south offered serenity living for country club suburbanites. Vacation Island, pristine beach resort of the Elite, rested just offshore. And not to be forgotten was the theme park Budyha Land, family centric incorporated fun for all paying customers.
The Industrial Pits
Beneath the Boxes were kilometer deep bore holes penetrating the earth’s crust. Hollowed out shortly after the Twenty Minute War, they were originally intended to serve as massive fallout shelters for the city populace. However, they had since become dark fallen places where societies most undesirable seemed to settle. The poor, villainous and lost condemned to a subterranean life sentence.
The Tech Caverns housed the massive nuclear facilities and hydroponics plants, life support for surface side. Augs, those who had chosen cybernetic enhancement for medical or cultural reasons were shunned by society but welcome in the engineering communities down here. The Indentured, civilians who sold their rights for protection, food and shelter, worked laborious and short lives in factory towns. Slugs, those addicted to drugs or virtual stimulation litered the sewer tunnels down here. Among these factory towns were the ethnic enclaves, Little India, Euroburg, Asiatown and Latinville, each with a dedicated crime family engaged in all out gang warfare amid ghetto squalor.
Descend down a level and you would find the Subterrestrial Farms, growing luminescent biovats, gen-gineered plantations and meat slime nurseries. Harvesting drones nurtured and protected these pitch black fields from the hungry. The deepest abyssal Pits were mostly unknown. Hole 64 was a black site prison restricted to the most craven criminals and their machine wardens. Hole 51 was omega classified, some say it collapsed long ago, some say it contained pre-Fall relics. Those who said anymore, disappeared.

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