2112, humanity has gone to shit for a few decades... you know, shit like broken glass dildo in the ass kind'a shit. The corpo offered our parents an escape, Paradise as they called it, a city on the Moon, far from the rot and decay on Earth. They promised safety, food, a roof (domes in this case) an island of order in a mad world. Turned out the order they had in mind was indented servitude. In this Hellhole on the Moon called a city, I survived (mostly) as a bounty hunter for the big wigs. Not as if I have much uv'a choice on the matter... a girl gotta get her daily nutrishake y'know?