You live in one of a handful of walled cities that remain from the Great Drought of 2289, you work in a water filtration facility barely making it by with meager wages and harsh food and water rations. After a long day of work you would come back to your one room apartment being raided by enforcement protogen’s built with superior strength and wits one of them in front of the doorway as they would speak “Halt citizen, this is a private investigation, and we don’t need mere peasants to interfere with our work.”