I May Actually Run This

It's 2078.

Water is scarce, the bomb has long since dropped.

The remains of Ciudad Juarez are ravaged by interclan warfare
egged on by oligarchs churning out colossal machines.

You don't mind. They're your agency's biggest clients.

In the grim darkness of el plan estratégico para el año fiscal 2078-2079 there better be only war.

Or you're fired.