In the time it’s taken for the arc to reach this stage of near-half-completion, a horde of condoplexes and office towers have risen around the plaza and along the banks of the Harlem River. People are calling it a renaissance, the revitalization of a part of the South Bronx that’s been decaying for decades, ravaged by gangs, infested with vicious devil rats. Bandit wonders if that’s so. This is the year 2056 and the masters of the corporate over-world, the likely engineers of this renaissance, have never seemed particularly altruistic.