Money rains the sky like molten gold. Fragments of highly advanced
ships hurtling to the ground pepper San Francisco’s semi-alien andscape in bizarre, inexplicable alien tech. They’re fragments of the ark field that orbits the Earth. What the technology does is not important, that the technology sells well is.
“Minor arkfall detected,” the artificial intelligence in your mind says, “let’s go earn some scrip.”
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