When they told you surveillance was control? They lied.

The future of control is your biology.

There’s a reason the Federal Virtual Detention Construct at Angola is black from orbit. Forget solitary—in FVDC you’re force-hibernated, reliving endless loops of your darkest decisions, the state rewriting your morality at the genetic level, killing and re-killing even your own children until the edit holds. Resist, and you’re priced for protein salvage. Comply, and “you” won’t be worth a backup. But your obedience—uncrackable and unhackable—will command trillions.

PRISM is the program. And locked inside is our battle-scarred hero, Baz Covane.

After Grand Theft AI, Ria Rose and the crew bolted off grid, but left behind a messed-up world. Psychopathic technocrat Ken Cates has leveraged a brutal crackdown: half a million android infantry rounding up anyone suspected of species betrayal.

Cybernetic implants with superhuman strengths aren’t just a liability now, but a curse. Augment Codes weaponize the 3/5ths Rule, stripping anybody modified over 40% of their human rights and synthregating the masses into a system of urban augment wards, or worse …

FVDC Angola. The Alcatraz of the South.

When Baz gets locked up, Ria must mastermind an infiltration that will pit AI against AI and dare each crew member to gamble with their own body, literally—mod your bones, swap your skin, and trade every limb for limb until the whole damn corpus sits on ice. Anything to smash what they’re editing us all to become.

Because the fight for survival isn’t against the system.

It’s over who gets to decide what we are.