((Oh. I guess you're in Centra, then.)) The streets are crowded with business men and women rushing to their workplaces, checking their Tac-Pads and carrying suitcases. Overhead, dark skyscrapers loom. One has a humongous hologram projector built onto the side of it, which depicts a faulty, neon pink scene of a young Asian girl holding a fancy bottle of soda, smiling. She then flips the bunny-ear fingers and it cuts to a profile of the soda she held, a strawberry-flavored "Whacko Jacko" as some poppy fonts tell you. Advertising. You hear a metallic clanking behind you and you turn to see two Cyber-Police droids, each adorned in a carbon-fiber vest and toting Kriksboc-19s. They stride jauntily past you, swiveling their mechanical heads to and fro scanning the cityscape.