Biopunk 2060
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Last published Sat, Nov 16, 2019
Na década de 60 do segundo milênio, o mundo vive um momento de pós-era da informação. Com o crescimento da tecnologia de inteligência artificial, as pessoas vivem um novo período onde acessar suas memórias pode ser tão fácil quanto acessar o HD de seu computador. Um empresa chamada NeuroTech é pioneira no mercado e já começa a tratar pacientes com distúrbios mentais através da recombinação de dados, manipulando e restaurando memórias perdidas e/ou inacessíveis. Porém nem todos veem esses avanços tecnológicos como benéficos para a população e uma guerra cultural está prestes a eclodir polarizando um mundo que já pensava ter deixado seus dias mais sombrios no passado.
Biopunk trata-se de uma antologia de contos que coexistem em um mesmo universo onde cada um deles representa uma história independente, porém que compartilhem a mesma ambientação, regras e até personagens.
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