This prototype release is the first installment of the F-Gχにようこそ! series, cataloging life in the digital slums of 3095. Synthetic white mastering grade cobalt high bias c23 in flourescent clear cases with full colour labels and double sided j-card printed on high quality matte 110# paper
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Another day goes by and you find yourself wandering the neon slums, illuminated by the LCD screens flickering hypnotic adverts of [人間Co.] latest offerings in cybernetics and nanite augmentations-- you know these implants are destroying humanity, but in the radical juxtaposition of the dying remnants of natural humans withering away under the glittering worlds of enhanced humans built upon their ruins, your choice is already made.
You venture inside, and realize that you are entering a world that you cannot return from. Still you continue inward, past the pillars of crystal and chrome to the inner clinic ballroom, speckled with those like yourself filtering in from the darkness outside.
A large central collection of monitors begins to display a marketing reel, when the transmission is intercepted--a pro-human faction's stolen surveillance clip of the [人間Co.] executives comes through with clear picture- painting a true understanding of the company's sinister monetary, faux-pious anti-human motives. The entire group of you are instantly transported inside to your waiting rooms, located deep inside the compound.
Alone in your chamber, a series of images are implanted in your mind while your reactions to them are documented and fed into the computer. Your spirit wanders as the room is filled with anesthesia and you see your friends arrive too late to save you. The program begins stripping your consciousness from your body, identifying key characteristics to determine product suitability and prepares for upgraded installation port retrofitment.
Once the nanite protocol has been identified, your system is overwhelmed as your procedure begins. You endure, knowing a new world moments away is within your grasp.
You find yourself stumbling into the street still under the effects of procedural anesthesia and as the grogginess fades and your integrated systems control sensors reactivate, you feel the reanimation of dead cells and tissue and almost instantaneously are addicted to the feeling of your nanite enhanced cells.
You make your way to the sub-city markets to a dark crooked alley lurking with cyber-junkies, to a door that accesses the greatest black-market nanoid systems hacker in the entire city. A simple injection of a single altered nanoid creates a chain reaction within your system and your sensations are brought to ungodly new heights.
All realities are within your grasp as you ravage the slums with the ferocity of rabid dogs. After some time, you come to-- sputtering inside a restaurant as the patrons fear for their lives, clinging to one other on the far side of the building. The stories are common, of people who have undergone retrofitment and wound up as feral beasts under the lust of cyber-enhancement, losing complete control of their cellular structure and mutating into voracious man-machine monstrosities.
Seeing their reaction to you, you flee the establishment and contemplate the path you have begun to embark upon. As you navigate the spindly alleys towards your flat-- your weakened psyche snaps, fueled with mutation you unleash a violent explosion across your entire neighborhood- killing all those unfortunate enough to become the victim of the price of your addiction.
Upon regaining control of your mind, you can barely keep your limbs connected to your thrashed body and hurriedly collect your pieces in retreat as the sirens of rogue elimination squadrons circle above. A scanner pulses overhead. After returning to your apartment, you frantically try to reassemble the remains of your body and attempt to export your memories into an external repository. You must not lose what remains of you inside this dilapidated frame.
You manage to complete the transfer and are instantly greeted with a playback of your possessed rampage. An ocean of emotions crushes your spirit and you know that the only recourse is to move forward. You embrace your reality as the reddened sun rises over the digital slums of humanities living grave-- this city never changes.