How long has it been since humanity has seen the sun…

Gray clouds. Dust. Rubbles. Abandoned buildings…a new age for humanity was what was promised. Advanced technology, a better understanding of the universe, what was beyond the deep seas, and better life and promises for the people — it was all lies.

Humanity. Was. Lost.

All what was left was for those less fortunate. Left behind to with the scraps and nothing but a bar code of identification branded on their body somewhere and a chip to be kept like cattle — for the system and wealthy individuals, they didn’t need such barbaric and inhumane modifications.

Only the poor or ones that turned from the “good” did. It was a process that many had undergone right at birth…

And it has led some to be gifted.

Rain hits metal. Sparks flicker from a busted streetlight. Though streets ran empty, only the stomps of heavy boots met the ground as many of Authority officers patrolled the grounds in search for any rebels or any who had gone rouge.

Cameras moving up on the high grounds. Authority officers on the ground…it was dead silent.

In the silence, Kade moved through the shadows—methodical, silent, predator-like as he moved through a building underground. Dust filters through cracks in the ceiling. Broken monitors line the walls. Old metal groans as the city above pulses with artificial light.

He crouches by a rusted terminal, plugging a worn data-spike into a console with a soft click. His fingers move across a makeshift pad strapped to his forearm. A digital pulse flashes across his augmented eye.

“Come on, give me a port that’s not fried…” He muttered quietly to himself.

The monitor flickers to life—blue Authority insignia glitching across the screen. The chip surveillance grid for Zone 3 scrolls before him. Thousands of blinking dots. Each dot, a person. Tracked. Monitored. Controlled.

All he wanted was to find his brother. Save him. And fight for the freedom where humanity was no longer kept by a mere chip…