In a not-so distant future, a group of scattered souls grapple with their place in the world, and soon discover that their time may be running short...

Content warning: Please note that the following work of fiction contains references to sex and violence.

“…the latest in a series of major data breaches taking place earlier this morning around 5 am UTC. The target: Innovocor, the well known tech conglomerate who acquired SrVo last April. Cybersecurity firms have yet to release any official statements about the source of the attack, but online communities are attributing the breach to self-proclaimed hacking artist Nikola. The governments of Romania and Germany have agreed to…”

Vince averted his attention from the news screen hanging above the central space of the New International Stock Exchange, an open, circular room with corridors reaching out in every direction. He was well dressed, but not overly so, wearing a gray blazer with designer pants. He brushed a hand through his sandy brown hair, and turned as he heard his name called out.

“Mr. Vincent Parrish – in the flesh!” a heavier gentleman in a full black suit said approaching him with an extended hand. “How the hell are you?”

“Well as always, Stefano,” he responded with his trademark confidence. “In Berlin right now on business, actually.”

“Always the world traveler – at a conference I suspect?” The man didn’t offer Vince time to respond. “I personally lost the itch to travel ages ago, it’s gotten less meaningful over the years you know. Though I occasionally visit Jenette’s family in Maine around the holidays.” He held his finger up for a moment. “Sorry, a message from one of my associates.” Stefano was silent for about fifteen seconds or so. “My apologies,” he continued. “Anyway, I should thank you for meeting me here on such short notice.”

“Anything for an old friend,” Vince responded.

“Shall we go straight to the restaurant or do things the old fashioned way?”

Vince couldn’t help but shake his head at the irony in such a statement. “Let’s walk there, but not because I need the exercise. I need to force myself to slow down once in a while.”

The two began to make their way toward one of the many doorways, and Vince briefly glanced up at the screen above him once more, catching an advertisement for a luxury vehicle that only existed in immaterial space.