In a future and a system far distant from our own, cybernetic chips are everywhere and everyone wants one. Cars fly by themselves, not drive, but fly. Beauty is engineered before birth, while birth itself is regulated by chips. Life perpetuates upon itself into perpetuity for the immortals. Everything is possible. Everything including death. Only if, of course, if one can afford the upgrades. To be a citizen, one must have a chip. The immortality of beauty and the freedom of flight are not free, but the state of boredom is. And yet, for those who live a life where nothing is limited, for...