5 Minutes to Midnight
Welcome the the year 2088. The world has changed drastically. With the advent of the Tendril Access Processor (TAP) most of the world’s population is connected to the MediaWeb (the Deep). World powers wage cold wars, vying for supremacy in numerous forms, and humanity walks a razor’s edge between its innovations and the possibility of triggering the Singularity event, a day when Humanity’s technological prowess surpasses its ability to understand it, causing either the extinction of the species or an evolutionary jump. Despite numerous advances in agro-production, nano-technology, eliminating hunger, and advancing medicine, the world is still rife with poverty, disparity, and violence. AIs are everywhere, some self-aware even. Gene-splicing has led to human-animal hybrids, bio-modifications, and don’t even get me started on the furries. Cities span for miles, with their sprawls extending even further and housing all the Blue Plates and other bastards with bad enough luck not to be born with a silver spoon (or gene-treatment) up their asses. If you’re lucky you’ve either got a job or belong to the local Gangland. Otherwise you’re probably some addict, getting your next fix of pleasure from the Simulacra whorehouse down the street or the new designer drug that makes your HR look like it fell out of some fantasy geek’s wet dream. We’re up to our necks in shit down here, but you’d never know if you looked at the fancy skyscrapers and high-rises of the congloms and the leisure class. But don’t let them fool you; Their hands are covered in blood (or worse). This world thrives off of info, tech or otherwise, and if you’re willing to sink even halfway to their level you could make a pile of cash, or wind up fried. Choice is yours.