Los Angeles 2019: crowded, polluted, clangorous, damp, desperate and diverse. Patrol cars called Spinners carom through the canyons created by skyscrapers 400 stories tall and crumbling in the acid rain. Millions have migrated to off-world colonies, the spacious glories of which are incessantly touted by blimpy flying billboards. The rainbow billions left behind squeeze through the jammed, littered, neon-splattered streets as numb to hope as they are to the noise.
