A lone figure walks through a dusty village street with crumbling houses, dwarfed by two towering futuristic buildings under a bright sun. A strange flying object hovers above.

Crumbling walls are a stunning contrast to the shining, tall government buildings. The countless, blinding chandeliers inside of those building pierce your eyes whenever they catch the sun because of how bright they shine in the face of so much poverty and conflict. Aside from the chandeliers, there is no other beacons of hope in the average person’s life. Their house consists of crumbling walls and dirty, sandy-like floors with little to no furniture. Improving one’s quality of life, even by 1%, means risking one’s life for the government and dedicating themselves more and more to the government. It’s either living in the same poverty and living the same life, or risking your life in order to make your life, and your family’s, a bit better. Everywhere you look, there is desperation and devastation. Prickly cactuses and trees cover the cracked land, not allowing anything else to grow, like the government. There are still faded posters from when the UAthority was still convincing people that they would lead them into a new beginning. The bots can both use the cameras to surveil the citizens with the cameras, and act separately. Mehr sehen