I wasn't always a marine with a government camera in my eye...
Before they hacked my head, stole my daughter and sent me to war, I sold drugs to plastic celebrities in the clouds. Not the most honest of professions, I know. But this world is broken, and although my city presents a glittering face to the ruins, it was built on the same rotten foundations.
Far below the movie sets, the gene editing labs and the body mod studios, another city exists. A place of flooded streets and tainted air. You wouldn’t want to live there - no one does. So can you blame me for burning my morals in return for a glimpse of the sun? Sure, it was far from perfect, but everything is these days.
Then I made a mistake. Crashed the wrong party, sold a good time to bad people, implicated myself in a terrorist attack on an A-list star. And the violence didn’t end there. Now the poor have been accused of massacring the rich, and to atone for our supposed sins, we are being trained for battle.
The task ahead of us sounds insane. Infiltrate the island stronghold of the planet’s most advanced post-human scientist. Learn its weaknesses, and lead an army to conquer it.
Insane? Scratch that, it sounds like suicide.
Except for one thing. That scientist is known as the Designer, and I was one of his first creations…