Terminal Velocity
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
Neuromancer, William Gibson
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The future. Dark. Dirty. Dangerous.
You’re loners, punks and criminals, marginalised by society through birth, choice or violence.
Parasites, living symbiotic existences in the shadows cast by the arcologies, feeding from the scraps dangled by the megacorporations and then scurrying back to the shadows to avoid their dismissive, destructive gaze.
Those vast multinational corporations — “Zaibatsus”, some call them — squat over everything, pulling the strings, controlling the flow of money, information, goods, and people.
Governments scamper around their feet, begging for scraps. Hydrophobic lubricious polymers and automated cleaners keep their arcologies shining amidst the grey-brown urban sprawl which surrounds them. Corporate financial muscle pushes people around the city like blood.
The megacorporations. Humanity’s most successful artificial organism.
You’re still here, punk?
You want to play with the pros? Hit the heavy bag? Get some cred?
You’ll need more smarts than the last guy.
Welcome to the future...
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