No one counts the years anymore. No one creates new things anymore. What the ancients have left behind is recycled endlessly.
In the world that corporate nation conglomerates have shaped, human lives count little. Robots act as willing executors of CEOs, while in the outer realms, chemically altered mutants indulge their freedom- and beer-loving lifestyles.
Time and again, teams of prospectors from the companies are sent to look for precious relics of the past. Not infrequently, they come into conflict with society’s outcasts, who seek their fortunes in the remnants of long-gone civilizations.
