It's 2068. Nineteen years since the second American civil war, the Cabal crisis, and the ensuing global anarchy that broke the United States into hundreds of autonomous micro states and ended the world as we knew it. A new generation are coming of age in the Chareen Hills. These are the lucky ones. Their tolerably comfortable, insular lives, in a nice part of the shattered ruins of the American empire, are about to get a whole lot more interesting.
It had been a tough semester and I was glad to be home. I had missed my twin brother Tommy even though we were poles apart. I missed our little sister too not that she so little now of course. She was always this scrawny little thing with stick like arms and legs with horrible bony knees; now look at her with all her graceful curves.