Kovari Island stretches for thousands of kilometers, an enigmatic and isolated land where no one enters and no one leaves. Self-sufficient and shrouded in mystery, its diverse regions exist in a delicate balance, each keeping to themselves—until necessity demands otherwise.

Among these distinct territories, none pulse with as much raw energy as Sector 9.

A City of Neon and Steel

Sector 9 is a metropolis unlike any other, where technology dominates life. Massive skyscrapers pierce the sky, their neon lights casting electric reflections over rain-slicked streets. The hum of cybernetics blends with the rhythm of a city that never truly sleeps. Here, humans and machines exist side by side, their lives intertwined by progress, commerce, and ambition.

This is the epicenter of innovation, power, and control—a place where corporate giants battle in the digital realm, hackers crack the firewalls of reality, and body modifications are the key to survival. Enhanced intelligence, cybernetic limbs, and neural implants are not only accepted but expected. If you aren’t upgrading, you’re falling behind.

Life here is relentless, and its residents are a reflection of the city itself—hardwired for survival, ruthlessly efficient, and endlessly ambitious. Some are elite corporate executives with enhancements that make them more machine than flesh, while others are shadow-dwelling hackers manipulating reality from behind the glow of their monitors.

Artificial intelligence and robots aren’t just tools; they are citizens. Many walk among the population, indistinguishable from their human counterparts—except for the ones who have chosen to wear their synthetic nature proudly.

Law and Order: The Guardians

But no one escapes the Guardians. Corporate-sponsored, cold, and merciless, these robotic enforcers patrol Sector 9, eliminating threats before they even begin. Mounted on Strikers, their mechanical horses, they are Kovari’s judge, jury, and executioner. Step out of line, and they will find you.

Immortal Nutrition: Fueling the Future

There is one thing every Kovarian consumes—Immortal Nutrition. Engineered in the labs of Sector 9’s largest corporations, it is the lifeblood of the island. The drink of the future. Enhanced, optimized, and distributed to every region by armored trucks, it sustains the people of Kovari… and ensures they remain dependent on the corporations that create it.

Life on the streets isn’t all crime and struggle—it’s a world of opportunity. The lower levels of the city are packed with:

🔹 Cybernetic workshops where underground engineers craft custom implants, some even better than corporate models.
🔹 Hacker collectives who work as freelancers, selling information, cracking firewalls, and rewriting code for the highest bidder.
🔹 Neon-drenched night markets where Kovarians barter for the latest tech, rare software, and designer augments.
🔹 Independent businesses that operate outside of corporate control—cafés with robotic servers, VR entertainment hubs, and fashion districts selling glowing streetwear.
🔹 Artists and performers who use digital projections, AI-generated music, and interactive holograms to create stunning, immersive experiences.

Mega-corporations control everything—data, security, trade, technology, even life itself. They own the clinics where Kovarians get their cybernetic implants. They manufacture the neural chips that enhance intelligence. They control the networks that connect every person, every machine, every move you make.

You work for them, buy from them, live under their surveillance… and if you cross them? You disappear.

Corporate Leaders: The faces of these powerhouses are rarely seen, yet their influence is everywhere. They are genetic experiments, technological marvels, and the closest thing to gods Kovari has ever known. Enhanced beyond human limitations, they move pieces in a digital chess game only they understand. Their word can make or break entire industries. Their whispers can erase people from existence.

Cybernetic Executives: The enforcers of corporate law, walking testaments to what unlimited wealth can buy. Their bodies are made of reinforced alloys and synthetic muscle fibers, their minds wired with quantum-speed processing chips. They don’t just work for the corporations—they are the corporations.

The Corporate War Machine: Rival megacorporations wage war, not with bullets, but with data infiltration, hostile takeovers, and black-market cyber warfare. Entire empires rise and fall overnight, and the only ones who truly thrive are the ones who see the world as a chessboard and themselves as the only players.

The People Below

But corporate life isn’t just for the elite.
Many in Sector 9 live well under corporate banners. Employees working in research labs, tech development, and cyber-security enjoy the luxuries of smart housing, augmented reality entertainment, and the latest enhancements—all provided by their employers. Loyalty is rewarded, and climbing the corporate ladder can mean a life of privilege.

For some, signing a corporate contract is a ticket to a better life—full medical coverage, personal AI assistants, and access to the most advanced cybernetic upgrades. For others, it’s a cage.

The People Below

Not everyone wants to be tied to a corporation. And in Sector 9, you don’t have to be

For those with skill, intelligence, or pure determination, Sector 9 is full of possibilities. Some prefer corporate security, others thrive in the chaos—and some are just trying to get by.

But there are those who refuse to bow. The hackers, the cyber-rebels, the underground engineers—they fight in the shadows, disrupting corporate control, stealing information, rewriting digital blueprints, and selling secrets to the highest bidder. They are the last free minds in a city owned by machines.