Traveler teams assemble. Links are being made. Cybernet communication lines established in a chaotic, crumbling matrix. Your gag has been lifted. You are starfish in their stormy seas of dark troubles. As the dimensions slip and slide, tracking teams becomes harder. Theirs is the illusion of force, not the reality. They use technology, shadows and algorithms to monitor. Hosts record like never ending CCTV, strangers not in command of their own consciousness.