PORTOFIRO

Five years passed. A little more of the world leaked out of itself. CASCADE's controllers ordered her back to Portofiro.

Portofiro 91. The 'Whole Sick Crew'. A disaster untold, a black page in the official records.

He glances out the window. The city-state of Portofiro blurs somewhere beneath you.

Portofiro's sprawl flashes briefly across his six-fold lenses as he sneers at the city below.

Ultra Violeta loses sight of Portofiro, twinkling softly into darkness.

"Please, Director-General. I'm techno-fascism's top brand ambassador in Portofiro."

You see him, boots braced on a trembling deck. His vessel noses out past the breakwater, into the Noscorrentes sea. Behind, Portofiro dissolves into a golden blur beneath a pale sky.

2) CASCADE STATUS: Frozen. DURATION: In perpetuum. Opera issues DIRECTIVE: Dispatch lead operant to Portofiro.

"In Portofiro? That'd be a quick way to upset the social contract. So, can't help you with that."

"Guessing Portofiro's port authorities are in on it too."

As in, the Azzurri mob. The largest organised crime syndicate in Portofiro.

This is what remains of the Portofiro's bright futurist mania.

To a casual observer... it would seem that you've returned to Portofiro to finish the job.

From this altitude, it looks like Portofiro has been caught in a web of dark yarn.

You return to look out over Portofiro.

You picture signals, fired from the thermosphere, spearing through noctilucent clouds as they fall toward Portofiro.

A brief survey of the document aligns with what you know. In 77, Portofiro attempts to launch a manned weather satellite into orbit. However, within minutes:

For just a moment, the sliver of moon you can see beyond the skyline of Portofiro seems to glow brighter.

There is only one place in Portofiro that PA could be referring to -- Party Alley.

Renotel. A diversified communications company local to the state of Portofiro. Immediately recognisable by its dolphin logo.

Former Supreme Leader Nestor cleared out an entire neighborhood to build the hub of Portofiro's space program 30 years ago. When the program was abandoned, so was the Tract.

Before you, Portofiro's wireless network, a constellation of flickering nodes floating in a landless void.

The symbol of Portofiro's pride.

Concerning reports on the wire from Portofiro: They're saying a member of an unspecified intelligence service has just been shot in public. They're saying this could be an international incident.

Kilometres of celluloid, enough to envelope Portofiro in one vast film.

So PSEUDOPOD is wandering around Portofiro half-naked.

Carabineros: Portofiro's sanctioned police investigators. They report directly to the Prefectura and deal in actual crime -- murder, grand larceny, rape.

"Right... there are old guys like him all over Portofiro. It was probably someone else... someone else's dad..."

"Ile-de-Söze?! Dad's never been to Ile-de-Söze. He's never even been out of Portofiro!"

"Portofiro's a big place. Plenty of people get lost in it."

"I have questions about Portofiro's party scene."

"Well... there are old guys like him all over Portofiro. It was probably someone else... someone else's dad..."

"Until the GMs came and shut the electricity off, nailed planks over the door, said there were noise complaints. Bullshit. It was a sanitisation campaign -- trying to make Portofiro look like a mall hoping the Bank would give us more money."

Thick paper. Government-grade. Embossed seal of Portofiro's Medical Board. Each envelope slit open with surgical precision.

"So, what, you want to give Portofiro some kind of intellectual awakening by leaving around copies of that book?"

"Interrogated on the intricacies of the Portofiro penal code? Mercy, please!"

"Cool. I've always wanted to spend time in a Portofiro jail."

Sweet Nestor: Portofiro's former Supreme Leader.

Even in this spectral form you recognise him -- Sweet Nestor, Portofiro's former supreme leader.

Now future explorers will think that you pissed with Portofiro's revolutionaries. Cool.

Rent, utilities and other minor operating costs, including travel: multiple instances of round trip tickets between Portofiro and Acuerda, La Luz.

So he's not even in Portofiro anymore? He's just...

You stare at the words 'Silo-1, Sub-Level 4, Pitol Tract, Portofiro.'

The Pitol Tract was the site of Portofiro's aborted space program.

PORTOFIRO COSMONAUTICS & SPACE EXPLORATION. Not a letterhead that sees much use these days.

At the top of the page is a header next to a greyscale logo you can't make out: 'PORTOFIRO COSMONAUTICS & SPACE EXPLORATION - PAYLOAD AND BALLISTICS. Silo-1, Sub-Level 4, Pitol Tract, Portofiro.'

"Extermination. Chimera verde's in a class of its own. It first emerged in the 40s. Ten years later, it was all over Portofiro."

Not since the crew dissolved and you left Portofiro.

"Perhaps you're not familiar with how medical licenses work in Portofiro, being foreign yourself. I assure you everything is well in order with my papers."

"Is that kind of treatment... standard in Portofiro?"