The year 3001. Rain-soaked streets of New New York City, a dystopian metropolis in perpetual twilight. Futuristic googie architechectural style skyscrapers, once gleaming and optimistic, now wear the patina of neglect and corruption. The neon-lit signs of Mom's Friendly Robots read like a beacon of desperation, casting an eerie glow on the rain-kissed pavement. Amidst the city's decaying grandeur, the Planet Express space ship rusts where it was abandoned in an empty lot. Its chipped coating of hull paint has faded to a dull green.
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