Dispatch from an advertising future #142


The networks were rough. Gangs patrolled the feeds, claiming territory, defending their corners. Things got nasty very quickly. Resources were scarce. Opportunities few and far between. Everyone knew someone who had been caught up in something. A skirmish or a full on battle. Since The Collapse, the feeds were no place for the timid or the doubtful. Max had seen his friends fall. He’d been out on the feeds for a while now. He’d had to take some jobs he wasn;’t proud of, do some things but he was still there. He’d survived. He didn’t know for how long.