Not the corrupted, half-eaten fragments most scavengers traded—those would get you a moldy ration bar and a prayer. No, this was the pure stuff. A perfect, uncompressed archive of a single human consciousness, frozen at the peak of its emotional resonance. Pain, love, betrayal—all rendered in crystalline fidelity. The Syndicates called it "Top-Tier Suffering." The Church called it a heresy. Everyone else called it salvation.

The game has shifted from a simple "clone" to a polished RPG with unique systems: