Lost Paradigms 1852

Multi-person transpods and hoverbikes slice the night into two columns of light–one red, one white. Close your eyes and take in the ambient sounds. In the distance, the chaotic babbling of competing AdBuddies and the buzz of casual conversation. And, all of it played along the thumping bass spilling from the clubs' now-open doors. The sound of a real city. The sound of life. Indulge yourself in the Paradigm Lost.