Nikroa awakens in their sometimes apartment, sometimes broadcasting studio in the underground city of Polychrome. It has been a few months since the council of corporations abandoned the planet, and in that time several movements for control of the city have come and gone, but one thing that was always a source of comfort in the neighborhood was your broadcast.
Gone are the days of warning the locals about incoming Lucid Industries patrols through the warrens, or announcing where Everlife Industries left their most recent food drop to those it deemed unworthy to even do manual labor for their company. Still, things such as Stain seals failing, crimes in the surrounding areas, and the movements of the new authorities are all things the locals would want to know, and still depend on you for.
This 'morning', or whatever passes for it in the day cycle of this underground collection of 14 million souls, the normal cheery red ON AIR light that appears on your analog board when sitting down to broadcast is no longer there. Resetting the machine several times does nothing to fix the problem, and on your most recent attempt to reboot the entire system, you hear a crackle and a faint ozone burned electronic smell emits from the device.
No broadcast today it seems, not unless you manage to scrounge some replacement parts out there somewhere. It has been several days since you left, Giving the neighborhood a quick once over in person might not be such a bad idea.