PACIFICA DISTRICT, NIGHT CITY

The buzz of the looming megabuildings and the stale smell of drugs, piss, and smoke filled the air. Men and women bustle to and fro, voices cawed in distant snarls as chooms chattered about the squalid streets of the slums. Welcome to Pacifica District. Run-down nightclubs with prostitutes posted afront, gruff old men rolling dice at the gutter.

"Psst, Yo -- Hey, choom. Y'got some spare change?" A rustled gruff bloke on the floor called, rattling his cup.