2043 They say we either live in an authoritarian dictatorship, or in the time between them. By 2043, the new world order has been in power for twenty three years, and the world has become an unrecognisable hellscape of competing power structures within the world government. The first cracks in the 'great work' appear, not through dissidence and revolution, but through the unforeseen hubris of the god-replacers. In trying to cheat Nature, the technocrats and their scientific institutes have stepped beyond their self-certified capabilities. There's a virus running through the transhuman population. The cover-up of failing systems in the understaffed cities of Monsanto, AppleSoft and the Amazone Freightway can no longer be ignored. They know they're in trouble when the transport system grinds to a halt and the carbon scrubbers go offline. Radical, unthinkable solutions are required.
The fate of the Reaches is far from the minds of the elites, who have abandoned the wilderness. But Commander Trevelyan, the project director of Dead Man's Switch, is awaiting the results of a reconnaisance mission in search of Quantumhead, the last great Binar Exchange on the darknet. He knows it's out there somewhere in the wilds, but his undercover agent looks a little too familiar to Ranulf and his men.
Meanwhile, the Stiperstones Reach has embraced the philosphies of Everett Bolstrode and struck out into the toxic wastelands in search of new tribes to share and trade the essentials of survival. The goal is a political and cultural alliance, promoting a new generation with an old identity. Among the nomadic caravans of opportunistic journeymen and the tiny townships, there are signs that humanity is starting to reorganise and reconnect to a barely-remembered history. With the cities occupied by cold civil war, and Quantumhead in the ascendant, surely nothing can cloud the optimism of this new day.