Joam was a hotshit courier in a Los Angeles falling apart, where you lived or died by your reaction time behind the wheel.
Problem Number 1: A freelance courier was an easy target. If the raging wildfires didn't get you, then the motorized criminal gangs would, and if they didn't get you, then the militias would for sure. And don't forget the bats. Those goddamn bats...
Joam was the best, but the best wasn't good enough. Eventually, he knew, he'd just be a splat on the pavement, frying in the 120 degree sun.
Problem Number 2: Automation and civil disturbance and a flat-lined economy had pretty much killed the job market. You either drove or you begged or you stole. Those were your options, shitty as they were.
So instead of getting out, Joam decided to go in. Further inside the car than anyone had ever gone before.
Electing for experimental vehicle-integration surgery, Joam is merged with his ride. Now Joam's not only the fastest, most feared courier in LA: he's a fucking legend. The man who never gets out of the car.
Problem Number 3: The experimental surgery was experimental. Joam's body is falling apart. Pretty soon he'll just be consciousness trapped within a machine. Working forever and ever and ever, just to pay the gas bill.
That's no kind of damn life.
Joam wants to feel the sun again on his face one last time. He'll kill for it. Hell, he'll die for it.
And then he gets an offer from an enigmatic stranger: drive a mysterious black box across the former United States to the Statue of Liberty.
The payoff: Joam'll be removed from his car, made whole again. Human again.
Problem Number 4: The United States don't work no more. It's fallen the fuck apart, home to warring militias, AI-run citystates, and extreme storms.
And then there's another driver, more legendary than even Joam, who'll be on his ass the whole way...
Only one thing to do...ACCELERATE