The 4th Corporate War’s over and the big dogs have retreated to their corners to lick their wounds. That leaves everyone else to fend for themselves in a shattered world.

And that’s just fine. ‘cause you’ve got interface plugs in your wrists, metal in your limbs, and chips in your skull. You’re wired in, loaded with chrome, and ready to take it to the Edge.

The Edge… that nebulous zone where everything walks a razor’s line, everything’s amped to the max, everything’s running at full-on, breakneck speed, and everything’s only half a hairsbreadth away from a train wreck.

On The Edge

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