Story by Saint Reggie/ Sketch by Nate Erickson
In the dusty early morning of a future, distantly familiar earth a barren fortress of steel and dense plexi-glass surrounded on all sides by barbed wire electrified fence. The sign on the front reads Echelon Agency.
We show a montage of the fortress, a look at a kennel with sexbots recharging, and view of a living barracks where the grimy men who dig holes laboring for the bot.gov. The visual introduction is overdubbed with a female narrator, maybe English who says:
The year is 2046. Plague has rubbed out blah blah.
From out of the desert a nomadic man approaches the fortress gate on a futuristic scooter. He is blocked at the computerized control panel by a burly motorcycle gang member named Sludge. Sludge is wearing a headset and radios in.
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