The surface of the Earth had become a toxic wasteland.

Droughts and storms grew in intensity and frequency, blanketing the surface in a layer of constant superstorms.

Some fled to the far expanses of space, while others stayed to make a new home underground.

The subterranian communities and bunkers struggled for survival.

Humanity's contempt for their living conditions grew by the day.

They developed a deep rooted desire to escape their harsh reality.

Companies began to capitalize on the demand for dream emulating hardware.

Machines capable of producing dreamlike stimuli fulfilling any of its users wishes.

Anything, and everything was possible in this realm.

Those who could afford it, locked themselves away in their own fantasies.

Their bodies left to rot and decay without their care.

A complete escape from reality, they were told.