Fields of pristine, jagged glass stretch kaleidoscopic into infinity - ancient, yes, but also waiting to be built. Out of the corner of an eye, The Spy sees swirling snatches of the once and future. Empires fall and rise and fall again. Continents crack and collide with the violent force of epochal indifference. Bobby Kotick grows richer, richer, richer, and… oh god… Robert… no.
THE SPY