
by Phancer
The year is 2242. The megacorporations, colossal entities like **OmniCorp**, **Kuroyama Industries**, **Cygnus Solutions**, and **AetherNet Global**, have long since eclipsed any semblance of governmental authority. They own everything: the towering arcologies that pierce the perpetually smog-choked skies, the sprawling slums that fester in their shadows, and the very air that the downtrodden breathe. Society is a brutal, stratified hierarchy, with the corporate elite living in sterile, hyper-advanced enclaves, their lives extended by cutting-edge cybernetics and virtual realities, while the vast majority toil in hazardous factories, crowded arcologies, or the lawless sprawl known as the "Undercity."
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