Welcome to Neo City
Siren wails: Alert, alert, 220 dead in fire bombing in western district avoid Mega Building 22 until cleared by tact forces…Cyberpscho spotted fleeing the scene Northrup Militech in pursuit.
C8 (Cate) makes her way through the mass of onlookers, the scum journalists out to get body photos for corpo news junkies wanting to see the bloodshed of the less fortunate so they can feel like they make a difference in donating to some large nonprofit led by an embezzling gonk.
“Just another day in Neo City.” C8 thinks to herself. 10 years ago the pandemic shut down the world, the power struggled between governments, corpos, and far-right terrorists left most cities at odds which each others. Demagogues sprung up, touting change, naming calling, blaming the smallest marginalized population until you couldn’t go to those Supercenters without being strapped and loaded. After the fall of the US government in 2025 things just spiraled, the masses just jumped from one fascist to the next shill that sold votes for corp tax breaks, and status quo protecting social liberties.
Now under the new United World Government set up by the convening of the United Nations to sort out the civil war across the North American continent the rich stayed barricaded in their mega buildings while the rest of us scrap it out to make ends meet. Some people like me continue to stay in the shadows because of the residual registration lists that seek to profile and monitor you, in case enough of us break bad so they can lead to population reconversion camps again.
“These sirens are going to wail all night, aren’t they?” C8 gets a text from Pris.
“Wheres the laugh emoji? When are the sirens not wailing? Just another attempt at a corpo coup choom, it’s not even news anymore.” C8 responds.
“Anyway got details on a preem contract, interested??” Pris texts back.
“Let me guess the possibility of all the glamour, all the riches, but you’re going to fry your chrome trying again…I still am feeling the lingering effects of your last contract. But I’m gullible, and tight on eddies, what ya got?” C8 responds.
“Meet me at the Night Rider 22:00” Pris sends back.
