The Cosmic Chronicle

Across the city terraces of Mobula Plexus, where traffic typically buckles under chaotic flows of energy, a silent revolution is gliding through the mist: the Galvanocycle has become the transport creature of choice in the Verdanzian Charging Basin. While millions of fuel-bellowing relics still rage through markets, more and more quiet-conductive moto-taxis weave effortlessly through the city's glowing corridors. Kilowatt Swindler, four-legged champion of the current, coasts past a cluster of battery-swap obelisks, gleefully juicing up his shimmering blue cycle in seconds at one of 120 swap stations sprouting across the haze.

'It's faster and much cheaper than archaic spiral-fuel,” nods the Council of Dynamoids sage, frequently spotted mingling with the urban flow. Each charge lets riders glide for 80 kilometers electrically-less calculation, cleaner air for city nomads. According to the latest Swarm of Conversion Light report, the population of Galvanocycles is climbing a staggering 38% per galactic year, a speed even the most pessimistic councils now acknowledge with awe.

Growth means jobs, confirms the Cycloracle-Prognostica of the Chain-Swelling Flight, as local assemblariaas roll hundreds of cycles off their lines each day: “Every 45 seconds a new Galvanocycle embodies the life's work of a skilled drone-crew.” Passengers praise their comfort; drivers see rising profits; while smog banks visibly dissolve into the polychrome haze overhead.

Beyond the city, skepticism lingers. Krothk Zegboss, clad in crackling leather exoskeleton, worries about empty batteries in the remoteplateaus-beyond the regular hum of the Swarm. Yet most drivers look forward, hopeful, to the coming Flux Parade of Layered Conversion, with hovering trams and cycle-caravans leaving luminous traces even in Orbiluna’s wildest edges.