Set 1: Worldspanner

2098 Earth, a planet with nations and governments -- at least on paper. A planet of humans bent on their next drug, their next entertainment -- souls ground to dust under the crushing weight of scientific magic turned sour and bureaucracies turned inhuman. A planet of cheap thrills and cheaper life?

Damon Raven was not himself. Synthnology had seen to that. The right eye -- the brilliant green one that never blinked -- tied directly to a synth-mesh in his arms and hands. It made him a deadly shot. Damon Raven made money being a deadly shot.

Or he used to. Now, he ran. Ran from an organization far too massive, too global, to run from.

Worse, he ran with a blind girl. Blind in a time of eye implants and other false wonders. Blind, but infinitely precious to Damon.

Twenty rounds left in his sliver gun. No credits. No tie-in to any network. No friends.

A dark-coated man appeared around a far corner and brought up a gun. Damon put two rounds in his neck. Eighteen rounds left?