WHAT IS


A disillusioned detective and a sarcastic sentient rose investigate impossible suicides in a drifting cyberpunk city, uncovering a plot to weaponize reality-warping conceptual beings, and a hidden truth threatening existence itself: something ancient and far more terrifying is waking.


Earth & Ultra-Stage Capitalism
Humanity was supposed to reach for the stars. Instead, it settled for stacked studio apartments, corporate overlords, and a life lived through screens.
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At the heart of this slow decay is Netherveil, a city that never moves forward, only drifts. It’s not quite thriving, not quite collapsing, just existing, a purgatory of industry without innovation, productivity without purpose.
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Most people don’t even leave their apartments. They work remotely, live remotely, exist remotely. And why would they? The paycheck is never enough, so Netherveil lives on the internet.
Abstracts:​
Five years ago, reality fractured. The Abstracts seeped in from somewhere else, something older than human comprehension. Governments tried to contain them. The PID was formed to investigate, regulate, exterminate. None of it worked. And no city suffered more than Netherveil. For reasons no one could explain, more Abstracts appeared here than anywhere else in the world. Some claimed the city itself was a wound in reality, a tear where things that shouldn’t exist kept slipping through. Others believed Netherveil was a feeding ground, a place where Abstracts could thrive unseen...

Netherveil: A cyber-noir metropolis drowning in rain, neon, and paranoia. Once a thriving megacity, now plagued by Abstracts. A city that neither collapses nor evolves, only drifts, lost in its own endless night. Surveillance is constant, hope is rare, and the line between memory and manipulation has long since blurred.
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The Foundation: Beneath the city lies its skeleton. A decaying substructure of tunnels, rusted pipelines, and forgotten archives, still breathing, but barely. It holds up Netherveil and all its sins, including PID’s subterranean secrets. If you want to find the truth, you’ll have to dig for it. Just don’t expect to like what you find.
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Sector 6, The Flood Zone: Officially “under repair.” Unofficially abandoned. A drowned district where the water never recedes, and the truth is buried beneath the surface. Rumor says failed Abstract experiments are still down there, sealed off by government silence. Entering Sector 6 means holding your breath, literally and otherwise.
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Vortex Bay: A high-security industrial zone turned private port, run by corporate interests and guarded like a war front. Cargo ships come and go without clearance logs. It's where data is buried, bodies are dumped, and secrets leave the city in locked containers. If something vanishes from Netherveil, chances are it’s on a ship to Vortex Bay.



NewGenesis: The Engineered Future
“Pioneering the next era of human advancement.”
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The undisputed titan of the tech industry, NewGenesis is the powerhouse behind almost every legal augment, enhancement, and neural system.
They don’t just build the future, they own it.
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Approval, the foundation of all boosts, is their creation. You want to be boosted? You need Approval first.
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Alternated, the drone workforce, is their design. You want to live safely from your 1+0 apartment? You need an Alternated.
NewGenesis isn’t just a company. It’s a monopoly on human potential. And the worst part?
People line up to thank them for it.
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A New Kind of Workforce: The Alternated
If going outside is dangerous, then why go outside at all? Enter the Alternated.
Produced almost exclusively by NewGenesis, the largest megacorporation in the Western world, Alternated are remotely controlled humanoid drones, allowing people to work, shop, socialize, and function without ever setting foot outside.
Employees don’t commute anymore. Their Alternated do. Executives don’t attend meetings anymore. Their Alternated do.
And at the core of it all, NewGenesis profits off every step.
The One b00st That Rules Them All: Approval
There are thousands of boosts on the black market. Some enhance reflexes, some alter perception, some turn an ordinary worker into a machine of efficiency.
But all of them need one thing. Approval.
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Approval is not just another augment, it’s THE augment. An implant directly connected to the cerebellum of the nervous system, it acts as the foundation for all other boosts. If you want to be enhanced, optimized, augmented, you need Approval first.
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And Approval? Is owned by NewGenesis.
Every boosted human, every single person who has ever wanted to be in the modern world, they all had to go through one corporation.

RR Industries: The Future with Attitude
"Affordable solutions."
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Where NewGenesis builds top-tier, sleek, monopolized tech, RR Industries makes affordable, modular, no-nonsense alternatives for those who can’t -or won’t- pay for the premium price tag.
They don’t sell freedom. They sell options.
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Budget-tier practical b00sts built for workers, mercs, and anyone who needs an edge without breaking the bank.
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Customizable, open-source tech that lets users tweak, upgrade, and mod their own way, without needing a corporate license.
But their flagship product? The Neural Archive. A mind-mapping, memory-warping cognitive upgrade that turns any brain into a walking library. NewGenesis might have monopolized Approval. But RR Industries owns memory.
They know not everyone can afford the luxury of high-end cognition. So they make sure anyone with the credits can access something close enough. In a world where NewGenesis decides who gets to be enhanced, RR Industries makes sure there’s always another way.

EctoVision: The Ghost in the Machine
"Technology becomes you."
Funded by deep-government contracts and shielded by layers of classified funding, EctoVision doesn’t sell tech to the public. They work for the state. Officially, they specialize in b00sted reality and cybernetic enhancements. Unofficially? They’re the military-industrial complex in a sleek, high-tech package. Custom cyberware for elite operatives. Tactical augmentations designed for war. While NewGenesis monopolizes Approval, and RR Industries sells cheap alternatives, EctoVision is perfecting neuromodification.

StreetSoldiers: The Punks Who Play God
"F the rules. F.F.F.F.F.F.”
You don’t buy from StreetSoldiers. You find them in the back alleys, in underground clubs, in places where corporate eyes don’t reach. They’re not a company. They’re not an organization. They’re a movement. Illegal boosts that push bodies beyond their limits. Experimental augments that would get you blacklisted by every corp in the city.
Their tech doesn’t come with a manual. It comes with a warning. Because the people who use StreetSoldiers’ gear? They don’t live long. But they live loud.