October, 2161 C.E
"Leong! We'll be late! Get in the Jeep!" yelled a man in brown khaki and military uniform. Another man, wearing a white, collared, long-sleeved Party attire hopped unto the silver hunk of junk. The driver put the key in ignition, and they drove off into the horizon.
"Is the Secretary-General secure?"
"He's already there."
"GUEST RECOGNIZED: GARRICK ABRAMOVICH MENSENARES JR. WELCOME.", a mechanical voice announced as the loud thunking of his boots announced the arrival of the half-cyborg, immortal leader. His tired, bearded face remained candid as he looked around the room, looking to mingle with the other guests whilst waiting for the rest of his delegation.
"Has anyone seen Mr. Cuerpo of Pampanga?", the man asked around.