Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies.
IT IS NIGHT.
Poggopolis. The loudest quiet city in the world. The biggest small city in the world. There's a twist around every corner and caution in every step.
No one is to be trusted, yet trust is all most of us have. It's a delicate balance, and it's coming undone.
That's the state of things in the future. The disinformation age. Confusion is a currency. Deception is our only protection. Everyone has a secret. Anyone who says they have nothing to hide is the last one you should trust.
Fortunately, we have our superheroes. We have our saints. We have our gods. But we also have our villains. Our demons.
What happens when our heroes forsake us?
It began with the chip implants. The government was losing control. They told us our freedom depended on sacrificing our secrets. All our information on a single hard drive in our heads that they could read at will. Mandatory disclosure. The chips were everywhere, in everyone, from the greatest hero to the lowliest scum in the prisons. A great equalizer. If this was freedom, it scared the hell out of us.
It wasn't long before the new system began to break down. Hackers broke down the coded barriers. Free information reigned. Then they made viruses, viruses where only they had the cure. Viruses that could attack our minds. They held thousands, millions hostage. This wasn't freedom.
Who would save us? Our heroes. Our superheroes.
August 21st, 2106.
An EMP rocks a city held against its will by cyberterrorists. Every piece of electronic equipment in the city shuts down in a magical array of dimming lights. Slowly the city fades. The hard drives in our heads stop buzzing. Everything gets very, very, very quiet.
August 22nd, 2106.
We rebuild. Machines are replaced. The Daily Planet prints again. Banks reopen. Computer systems go online. Ding-ding. Chink-chink. We piece together the stories. Everything is speculation and rumor.
We hear about the deeds of our superheroes. Batman, Superman, Wonderwoman, all the supers working together to save a city in need. Thank God for them. We see the pictures and hear the stories. We celebrate them. We toast them on the streets and in our homes. No longer tagged and bound by our identities... is this anarchy? Is this freedom?
Then why... did everything get so cold?
And where have our heroes gone?