Humanity has been pushed to the brink of collapse. The work-efficiency gangs rule the streets with a ruthless hand. Time has become a luxury, traded only in sweat and blood. 

Many succumbed to the return-to-office mandates. The rest huddled in their homes. Cubicle and couch, all are fed to the machine. Work-life balance, once abundant, is nearing its own extinction. Everything is delivered.

The vehicles of man, once icons of freedom and exploration, now exist only as the shuttles of work. The punch clock shadows over the machines. Trips to the auto shop are lost time, lost money, lost production. Services go overdue and repairs are forgotten as the issues twist and compound themselves into unfathomable nightmares of frustration.

Oh and everything is, like, really really expensive now, too.

Hope… seems lost.

The city needs a hero. Humanity needs a savior. The world needs…

A TINY TONY