It is the Year 2045.
I don't know how much longer I have. The North American States have given rule to Corporate powers and the national army sits idle while blood flows in the streets.
The Sprawl cities exist as corporate forts. Towering arcology Cells built by blood and money are shelter for the masses and a warground for gangsoldier armies of the Mass Corporations. Food is scarce and violence is cheap. Many young people desperate in an economy that rewards only the CEO join the hover-bike gangs, hack the Neuronet, or become the shadowy combat operatives known as Corporate Ronin. These are the minions of the Mass Corporate.
Corporations compete to control the Sprawl market and the profitable information cloud known as the Neuronet. As the Sprawl grows so will the market network and the Mass Corporation with the longest and stronger of Cell networks will be victor. Long has man built and grown in space but many will never even see the stars once through the choking smog.
Those of us who remember how it used to be weep as we watch from our fortified and hidden apartments. I'm tired of junk food.
Lord save us from our future.
- Report of the Free