Lost in the neon-drenched streets of Los Angeles, 2049. Retired blade runner turned rogue replicant hunter. I've seen things you people wouldn't believe: attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, C-beams glittering in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.

In this world of blurred lines between human and machine, I walk the razor's edge. Memories might be implants, but the games are real. When I'm not chasing down skin-jobs or decoding enigmatic holograms, you'll find me in digital realms, seeking that elusive moment of humanity in a sea of zeroes and ones.

"All the best memories are hers." But the high scores? Those are all mine.

More human than human. More gamer than game. The future is now, and it's time to play.