THE NOISE OF NEXOPOLIS
From the Archives of the Historian: Nexopolis, 4200 XE. The corporate arcologies of the upper levels are deafening, but not because of the machinery. To be an empath in Nexopolis is to be a sponge in an ocean of anxiety, greed, and corporate ambition. But what happens when the psychic noise of humanity suddenly stops, and the void begins to speak instead? Read the unsealed records of "Odd" Oscar Goodwin below, and learn why the transit hubs are no longer safe... FILE 003: THE NOISE OF NEXOPOLIS The Sector 7 Transit Hub was a masterpiece of corporate efficiency, moving three hundred thousand bodies an hour through a labyrinth of polished chrome and bullet-trains. To the average citizen, it smelled of ozone, cheap synthesized coffee, and damp raincoats. To "Odd" Oscar Goodwin, it smelled like a migraine. Oscar was a Tier-4 Empath. He didn't have the cold, calculating control of the corporate telepaths who could weaponize a mind, nor the discipline of the Seek...