In the cold, flat skies of Argo, bored clouds spiral around derelict towers while lost birds sing lonely songs indifferent to the high-frequency, wireless thoughts merging invisibly through the ether. Waking minds wane these days as the Multinets thrive, their solid state logic teeming online with the unified thought of a planets passive bodies. Electrical equality for everyone; everyone, that is, but the Sensitives, the "Feelers" sentenced to inherit a world abandoned for digital nirvana...but what really makes a paradise?