In 2077, the Sino-Indian Agreement was ratified and its signatories immediately ceased all international communication, trade and intelligence sharing with the warring North American State Factions. This led to a freefall in what was left of the economies and social structures of every citizen who had held onto their passport. Local governments collapsed, free markets ceased. This rapid downturn led to a power vacuum, readily filled by the Big Data firms, eager to unify the population under their unyielding hand. The TeslaCoil™, a monolithic electromagnetic generator powered by accessing the batteries of every EV on the landmass suddenly and devastatingly broadcasted a near-inescapable signal, effectively unifying every human thought by amplifying the datastreams of the internet through cellular phones. Only those who happened to have their phones off and earplugs in at now-illegal underground music venues were spared. No longer subject to their own humanity, the population became closer to drones and further from humans.

                   Heaven Global Industries, one of the few Technocultural institutions still present, had a cure. By synthesizing a superorganism consisting of secret technological techniques and biological framework, a so-called “cocoon” was established in the heart of what was formerly called Washington DC. A harkening back to the days of social and political organization and human cooperation, times long bygone, this cocoon was designed to provide the nourishing elements of humanity that had become all but extinct. Precise sonic signals were used to precipitate new brainwave propagation. Optical devices integrating biocomputers and laser projectors imitated the way eyes used to see beautiful nature and loved ones’ faces. Carefully preserved, ancient electroacoustic instruments were used to reconnect the forcefully re-encoded souls to their physical nature. 
                   In this Heaven’s cocoon, people gathered to collectively restore their selfhood and individuality. This space was never made public. The only ones who gathered there seemed to simply arrive, attracted by a magnetic force and a need to be human. Inside, finally a flicker in the dark of the oppressive technoc̶̯͓̖̭̯̝̿ͅr̴̹̝̤̮̲̥̜̆a̸̡̬̻̜̹͌͑̐c̴͎̖̠͇̽͊y̴̠̻̘̗͋̍̆̃̍̿̚ DATASTREAM CORRUPT | END