The South Residential Plaza was packed with over five thousand desperate, exhausted civilians surrounded by towering iron processing monoliths.
Automated loudspeakers mounted atop the monoliths broadcasted deceitful promises across the cold morning air, echoing between the concrete tenement walls.
"Citizens of District Eight, submit your biometric registration cards for guaranteed shelter, warm meals, and corporate protection."
"Unregistered entities will be classified as abandoned municipal waste and cleared from the sector."
"All registered individuals will receive standard caloric rations upon biometric verification," the synthesized voice repeated in soothing tones.
"Failure to register within fifteen minutes constitutes voluntary forfeiture of residential rights."
"Do not listen to illegal insurgent broadcasts," the automated warning droned, flashing bright amber lights across the intake gates.
