From the tar rooftops of the old world, to the gleaming arcologies of the Neotopians... from the C-beams glittering in the dark of Tannhauser gate, to the D-Rings clattering on the latest Stepford models.... from the glow of orgone cabarets in under-city moloka bars, to the crunch of little glass vials under-foot in the flesh-markets of necropoli ... the people of Yǐngwān City espouse their high-minded virtues and engage in low-minded vices. Everyone here can't get arrested; everyone here wishes someone would.