MetroCity – Year 2050
Year 2050.
Corporations no longer just sell products… they sell air, water, and even memories.
They rule with an iron fist hidden behind silk gloves, using advanced technology, propaganda
and an army of drones as guard dogs.
Governments fell decades ago, replaced by corporate councils that determine what is seen, what is thought, and what is dreamed.
Natural resources are scarce and extremely valuable. Pure oxygen is sold in bottles like champagne.
Drinking water is trafficked in sealed containers with tracking chips. Only the rich know the true taste of coffee.
The Internet and fiber optic television are digital opium. Thousands of channels, millions of stimuli per second.
Holograms, virtual death contests, interplanetary soap operas. All to keep the population distracted and docile.
Because in MetroCity, overthinking is dangerous.
Cities are no longer called cities. They're now called "Anthills."
Urban golems of steel, permacrete and kflex that rise like grey mountains towards starless skies.
Each building is a hive, each apartment a cell. The citizens live piled up, one on top of the other,
breathing the same recycled air, eating the same synthetic porridge, and dreaming the same digital lies.
Ajopocho Street
In the midst of this chaos, in the slum number 47 of Sector 12, there is a small street known by its name
As ridiculous as it is forgotten: "Ajopocho". There, between spare parts stores and synthetic kebab stands,
There is the most famous workshop in the automotive underworld: Fat Bob's Garage.
Fat Bob is a legend. A classic mechanic, with more grease on his hands than on his lug nuts.
At 62, his belly rivals the energy stores of an air taxi.
She refuses to admit that her addiction to processed pastries and chocolate donuts has influenced her physique…
but your "DonuBoost" can is always within reach.
Despite his appearance and bad temper, Bob is a professional respected even by law enforcement.
Police patrol cars, air taxis from the upper-class neighborhoods, and even the occasional smuggler's ship.
They come to his garage looking for his magic hands. His specialty: the anti-gravity system, a delicate and expensive technology
that he can repair with his eyes closed and a screwdriver in his mouth.
Vin "Snoring" Diesel
Working alongside him is his protégé: Vin "Snoring" Diesel, a strong, quiet young man with a huge heart.
Vin was found by Bob when he was just a starving kid rummaging through a junk bin in the back alleys of Chiba.
Since then, he has been like a son to him.
Vin has learned the Fat Man's trade with passion and discipline. He can now disassemble an ion engine in less than an hour and calibrate it.
levitation emitters with pinpoint accuracy. But Vin has one weakness: he suffers from a mild psycho-speaking disorder,
that is activated when he is nervous… and there is nothing that makes him more nervous than a beautiful woman. On those occasions, he cannot articulate
word and turns into a panting statue that only says: "Ñggh...".
Bob teases him constantly, of course, but deep down he dreams of Vin finding a girl who will see past his stuttering.
The Adventure Begins
Everything seems to follow its daily routine in the workshop... until one day, a hooded stranger arrives with a wrecked air taxi.
and a mysterious briefcase. He doesn't give his name. He just says:
"Fix this… and don't ask any questions."
What seems like just another job for Bob and Vin… is just the spark of something much bigger. A web of corporate conspiracies,
an AI hidden beneath the foundations of MetroCity and a forbidden truth that could bring the entire system crashing down.
And as always, it all starts… with a loose nut.