Gibson raced through the rugged terrain of The Outland, all his surroundings were a blur with the glow of his lightcycle as he passed them with gaining speed. He took sharp turns and slid a bit on the edge of his lightcycle's tires, drifting past obstacles with ease. Even making several jumps over huge gaps, ones even larger than the width of a recognizer. He turned his cycle to its side a bit, coming to a skidding halt to face the beauty that stood before him. The Bostrum Colony. It seemed to be the only place left on the entire Grid that remained free to ISOs who didn't want to face prejudice, abusive, jealous xenophobic Basics that inhabited other parts of The Grid. Dismounting from his lightcycle, snapping it back into a baton and pocketing the small multi-functioned tool.
He rode up the elevator that was a quick minute's ride and he strolled into Reactor 14's control room. Many other ISOs were working on it, building the thing wasn't an easy task and took much effort, constant work and labor to get the job done. Gladly everyone who lived in the Bostrum Colony dedicated themselves to help out in anyway to build up the colony. That's how they all got along so well, being all apart of once the same treatment from the Basics, here they're a family, with all the same problems to get through together and none of them would dare leave another behind, because that's what family was for.
Continuing to help out on the building procedure, Gibson finally took his break and wandered the halls of the colonies walls. It was a large place and with such a small population of only six thousand nine hundred and thirty five, there was a lot of room to be alone at. A place where privacy is welcomed and all who was here could have as much as they wanted, unlike in Tron City and Arjia where the populations sky rocket and there's hardly any peace and quiet. Here there was as much freedom as anyone could have, no real rules you had to obey, just do whatever they wanted. The more they expanded the better life will be, they would be able to collect more resources and probably create a lot more things than what they would normally be able to do.
Making his way up, he reached the top and looked out to The Outlands. Far off in the distance he could see mere glimpses of Tron City and Arjia. He rolled his eyes to the far off cities and took a seat, crossing his arms and heaving out a sigh. Who needed those two cities anyways? He didn't and none of the other Bostrumites needed them either, because this, the Bostrum Colony, it was home, dearly sweet, home and nothing at all would change that.
Nothing would and nothing could, no matter who stands in their way, they would have the advantage because this is their territory.