Encapsulated within the Planar Sphere is Punklorde's Rainbow City. Day and night blur into one, the virtual and real have no boundaries, and life exists as fleeting bytes of data.
Thanks to technologies from the Genius Society, Punklorde's monopolistic capital built an information industry that far surpasses the interstellar average.
The Internet of Everything, Consciousness Uploading, Virtual Life... Roam the Overworld of Punklorde, and you'll witness a neon paradise of the mortal world: Roaring vehicles tearing down the lanes, converging streams of light weaving through the air, and bustling entertainment centers gorging on extravagant desires and insatiable greed.
However, if you look down from above, Punklorde is nothing but a desolate, run-down sprawl.
Mountains of electronic scrap and compacted trash litter the landscape. Middlemen, black market dealers, gang members... people prowl the mean streets like wild beasts.
There's no shortage of epic legends here, or absurd tales. So much so that hackers' legend claim the Aeon of Elation was once drawn to this place, personally adding THEIR own twisted flavor of fun to Punklorde's rebellion.
Those seeking to reach the pinnacle of Punklorde found their inspiration and compressed their lives into data within Aether Cartridges. With the birth of hackers, the game known as "Punklorde" began.
If you put on the goggles of a hacker and look at this world anew, you'll see drab curtain walls layered with graffiti, every crack potentially concealing folded space, and cursors that suddenly appear in dark alleys turn out to be directions or traps left by those who came before.
In this world of information built from 0 and 1, hackers believe that life is a game, where they challenge the authority, mock the false, create things that exist only in imagination, and tirelessly explore their limits, until the day they "beat the game."
The Interastral Peace Corporation once tried to acquire Punklorde, but an unprecedented attack on the Interastral Network forced the IPC to abandon the plan. In the years that followed, no fewer than ten cosmic powers attempted to swallow up Punklorde, but all of them returned empty-handed.
To this day, Punklorde remains a free zone in the cosmos.
Even in spaces so cramped people can barely move, countless souls still yearn to break free from their shackles. They wander through the world of information, hoping to travel toward the heights of Rainbow City and the universe beyond the stars.