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Futuristic Novum-Par

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Classy Gentlemen
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"The year is 2177 


The city is Novum-Par, Mars


It has been 112 years since the colonization of mars by refugees from the Sigma wars back on Capitol Planet Earth. In that time, Novum-Par has grown without hindrance, attracting everyone from business tycoons looking to mine the precious minerals found in the soil or junkers that need time off from their travels. The city gleams and sparkles as the sun peeks through the dark artificial atmosphere that hangs over the planet, picking up the red dust and adding it to its heaving clouds. It almost looks like paradise. 


Almost.


Along the glass towers you would find flying cars, tram systems, spas and resort landings weaved between the businesses and penthouses. The ones closer to the center oversaw the rest of the city in all its glamour as men in suits that cost more than a human on the black market drink wine directly from the P.S.I. Hidden away from sight is what those thousands of gleaming spires reaching towards the star don't wish to be seen. At the bases of these towers, weaving and bubbling like some disgusting soup are the underclasses of the city. With the exception of those who were lucky enough to be born into rich families or be able to carve a name for themselves this is where the people live. Drugs, violence and crime run rampant, only curbed by the Grand Knights, a paid police force, who in some cases only work to worsen these conflicts as they push the agenda's of their backers. They have been known to assault and arrest anyone they find caught in criminal act, speaking against the government or against the businesses they represent. It is even said that the Grand Knights have been used to silence anyone trying to escape the city and report their abuses to an outside force.


Besides the street violence that occurs almost daily in the lower quarters poverty is all too common in the shadows of these Goliath companies and their rising towers. The working class is so numerous as to be expendable or replaceable through advanced machines, leaving hundreds of thousands to suffer in squalor. There is a middle class, but even they are subject to being much farther flung towards the poorer side of the scale then their wealthy counterparts. Because there are very few schools in the lower city self education and ignorance is very common, and those with the ability to learn can pull themselves to better standards of living. 


As a sort of consolation the public has a wide access to technology, though sometimes men and women are taken in the night to test these technologies before they are put on shelves. Holograms, bio-electric scanners, guns, pseudo-legal androids and ship parts among many more interesting items hidden among the tons of junk sold by each of these shops. It is said that in the depths of the city you can buy anything you want, if you find the right dealer. While nothing gets through the ports without being checked first, officials can easily be paid off so anything from plain steel to luxurious moon rock can just so happen to find its way in the cities clutches. 


As for you, I don't know why in the bloody hell you would want to come here or stay here but you better watch your back and keep your eyes open, whatever your doing. "


The audio recording stopped with a happy sounding chirp and a click before completely closing out. The faint sensation of his skin pressing against and pulling away from him alerted him to the slowing speed of the train, only seconds before it came to a complete halt. Outside of the dim blue windows he could see the floor of station 83-C, smoke and steam billowing across the surface; obscuring luggage and the sordid figures of people going about their daily lives. The doors open without a sound except the cheery conductor's crackling voice coming over the intercom, thanking the passengers for riding. As he stepped out, hot air pressing against his face and blowing through his messy dark hair, and his steel blue eyes laid upon the sprawling structures and flickering neon lights he could not help but feel an uncharacteristic sense of awe and purpose wash over him.  


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