The year is 2185. Quarantined Planet X-42, Kepler-7 system. Terra-Mine Corporation lost control of its depths five years ago — and decided not to neutralize the threat, but to milk it.

You are an operator. You sit in a neuro-sync chair aboard The Helix, high above the planet, while your consciousness is beamed into a Bio-Android — a tank-grown body with a neuro-receiver where its brain should be. The Hellpod pierces the atmosphere and buries itself in bedrock. You open your eyes in hell.