Whether soldier or general, whether civilian or emperor, everyone's life has been completely changed. The theme of life is war, and everyone struggles to survive in constant fear. People produce all items related to war, turning metal into weapons and fabric into uniforms.
On the city streets, rows of Mecha and squads of soldiers pass silently and swiftly. The clean streets are already full of mud and water. The former prosperity has turned into broken neon lights on the street corners, and the busiest places are where people line up to buy food according to government rations.
Due to the lack of energy, many flying cars have been parked in parking lots or on the roadside, covered in dust. Only some exceptionally resourceful speculators can continue to enjoy wine and cigars, sitting in their flying cars to seek pleasure in nightclubs hidden hundreds of meters underground and remodeled from nearly indestructible anti-aircraft facilities.
