The glittering heart of corporate power. Megatowers pierce the smog layer where executives broker fates in climate-controlled boardrooms. Ground-level access restricted.
Neon-lit labyrinth of street vendors, data dealers, and noodle stalls. If you can dream it, someone in Glitch Market is selling a knockoff version. Watch your cred-chip.
Abandoned factories line the chemical canals. Home to scrap-haulers, ferro-cultists, and the best synth-sake breweries this side of the Basin. Don't touch the water.
A terraformed sanctuary suspended above the smog. Cherry trees spliced with bioluminescent genes bloom eternally. Entry requires a clean lung-scan and 500 creds.
A district that exists more in cyberspace than realspace. Rows of jacked-in netrunners lie in coffin hotels, their consciousnesses roaming vast digital architectures.
The city's pulse. Cargo freighters unload goods from the outer colonies while smugglers slip contraband through sewer routes. The best place to disappear — or to arrive.
| POPULATION | 14.7 million (registered) |
| AVG TEMPERATURE | 31°C / HAZE INDEX: 7.2 |
| CURRENCY | Cred (₡) / Euro-Yen accepted |
| GOVERNING BODIES | Kage Industries / Omni-Corp / Council of Seven |
| CURFEW | Spire District: 22:00 / Lower Levels: None |
| LAW ENFORCEMENT | Private corp-sec (varies by district) |