Manufactured Love A.I

<p>The Forbidden Zone wasn't born-it was vomited up. Spat out by the bowels of an OmniCorp drunk on progress a toxic wasteland where technology's dreams rotted alongside the bones of those who dared dream them too loudly. They say it was a failed experiment a broken biological containment a silent war whose echoes still resonated in the hum of scavenger drones and the creak of rusted metal. For OmniCorp it was a shame to fence off with walls and energy; for the outcasts of Neon City a purgatory and perhaps the only real escape route. Watched by relentless automatons and quantum barriers crossing it wasn't a journey-it was a sentence. And for Kael a technician drowning in corporate mediocrity it was about to become destiny. The Zone was calling not with promises but with the raw need to survive the fall.</p>