In a world where the sky burns with the roar of jetpacks and the earth lies silent beneath a millennium of engineered sterility, humanity soars on wings of steel, tethered to a lie as vast as the horizon. High above the gleaming spires of the United Countries of Earth, a civilization hums—a marvel of chrome and code, where every child is born in a lab, every breath filtered through machines, and every dream shaped by the cold precision of a government that outlawed nature itself. Jetpacks streak through the clouds, their thrusters spitting fire, a dance of freedom that masks a deeper cage: for a thousand years, no womb has quickened, no cry has broken the silence of birth, all sacrificed to a doctrine of control disguised as salvation.