CHROME

The world is offline. Entities beyond understanding infest the information systems and protocols that once connected us. The Net is gone — there is only the unending darkness of Voidspace.

The year is unknown. No one can agree because no one can remember. This future is not what we wanted — the last dying gasp of the world that came before.

Governments across the globe have collapsed, as Megacorporations and powerful Cult Consortiums have risen to fill the power vacuum. Their will is absolute: you either buy into their propaganda or stay out of their way. That's what most people do, falling in line or eking out a meager existence on the fringe.

But that isn't you.

You are an Operator, a CyberTech augmented mercenary on the payroll of a shadow entity known only as "Control." Operators live on the bleeding edge, pushing body and mind beyond the breaking point to get the job done. The credits are good, and the thrill is better. Most don't survive long in this line of work — and most don't care if they do.

You can't outrun the night, but you can try to keep pace for a while. Burn hard or burn out.

This is CHROME.