London, 2113 – racked by riots, and ruled by corporations, London has grown to house over twenty-million people. Its limits stretch across the south-west of England. Pollution chokes the skyline, hiding the stratoscrapers of The Mile, London’s exclusive center, from sight; though its gaudy neon signs penetrate the smog. Place your fingers on London’s mechanical pulse, and you’ll detect a skip in its rhythm. Over it all, AdTechnika watches, a cybernetic spider surveying its web. They see all. They know all. In London 2113, anything can happen in twenty-four hours. Zero Hour approaches.