In the year 2147, the sky had turned a permanent shade of ashen gray, a remnant of the great Collapse that had swept across the globe decades earlier. The city of Neoterra, once a vibrant hub of innovation, now stood as a crumbling fortress, its towering spires wrapped in vines and rust. Surveillance drones patrolled the streets, their unblinking eyes capturing every whispered dissent, while citizens scurried through the shadows, afraid to draw attention to their existence.