In a far distant, dystopian future the entirety of human experienced has been rendered into data. All information is wirelessly relayed directly into the brains of the world’s citizenry as thoughts, emotions and experience.

A group of revolutionaries plot the downfall of the world’s tyrannical political overlords, communicating through a medium lost and utterly incomprehensible to their enemies and the public at large: the written word.

In a grim dystopian future, there’s no oil, no coal and no gas. It’s all exhausted and gone. A desperate humanity seeks other sources of carbon. The vast industrialisation of atmospheric CO2 extraction is plunging the world into a new ice age. It’s cold. So fucking cold.