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The year is 2199, and the world is on the precipice of a catastrophic disaster. Various nuclear powered nations are in a semi permanent Cold War level state, all prepared to nuke each other if even one nation even so much as looks at their nuclear missile cache with evil thoughts. The sane humans all have slowly spread to the various safe haven colonies set up beyond Earth's atmosphere, but you? You’re still here and living on this big marble for some god forsaken reason. Maybe it’s nostalgia. Maybe it's lack of wealth. Maybe it's something far more nefarious. Who knows.
The tapping of rain on canopies nearby briefly jolts you from your introspection. You’ve probably spent the last 5 minutes staring at the holocaster inside a store's display window, marinating in the slowly spiraling dread that the news day causes you. If you look at the glass in the right way, you can just barely catch your reflection in it…
>What is your name?
>What is your gender?
>What do you look like? (Humans with *some* animalistic mods are welcome, but straight up furries or interstellar aliens are not.)
>What is your occupation?
