Outer Peninsula
Pre-Collapse Identity
Daly City was the most diverse suburb in America — Filipino, Chinese, Central American families packed into pastel-colored row houses on foggy hillsides. Pacifica was a coastal town where surfers pretended they didn't live thirty minutes from a city. South San Francisco declared itself "The Industrial City" on the hillside in block letters. San Bruno had a BART station and not much else to say about itself.
Current Character
Wellness Corporation's oceanic domain. The fog is constant — thick Pacific marine layer rolling over the coastal hills, turning the sector into a gray cocoon that feels like being swallowed. The Sanctuary, Wellness's ocean-facing campus, is designed to feel like an escape from the Sprawl: therapeutic gardens, meditation architecture, the sound of waves audible from every room. Below the serene surface, extensive sub-level operations run experiments that the gardens are designed to make you not think about. The eastern edge of the sector drops to the bay floor, creating a strange duality — ocean to the west, abyss to the east, and Wellness Corporation in between, selling calm to people trapped between two kinds of depth.
Terrain & Atmosphere
Coastal hills and fog belt terrain. The western shore faces the Pacific, whose waves crash against cliffs that pre-date human presence. The eastern edge is the Rim, where the ground falls away to the bay floor. Between them, suburban grid streets climb and descend hills in the fog, their pastel row houses now housing Wellness employees and clients who came for treatment and haven't left. The Pacific Spine maglev terminal connects from this sector to the equatorial ground station, making it a transit gateway to the wider world — if you can afford the ticket.
Corporate Presence
Wellness dominates through atmosphere rather than force. Their Meridian companion stores and Somnolence Parlors are distributed through the residential blocks, offering synthetic companionship and pharmaceutical serenity to a population that has learned to confuse dependency with wellness. Helix BioTech expands north from the Corridor, its research tendrils reaching into the sector's southern blocks. Security at Wellness facilities wears medical scrubs. Force is rare and always described as "intervention for patient safety."
Key Locations
The Sanctuary (Wellness Corporation HQ — ocean-facing therapeutic campus with sub-level operations), Pacific Spine Terminal (maglev connection to the equatorial ground station), the Fog Belt (western hillside residential zone permanently shrouded in marine layer).
Sensory Detail
The fog mutes everything — sound, light, the sharp edges of the Sprawl's reality. The Pacific crashes against the western shore with a rhythm that Wellness has studied and replicated in every therapeutic space. The air smells of sea salt, eucalyptus, and the faint pharmaceutical sweetness of whatever Wellness vents from its sub-levels. Inside the Sanctuary, the temperature is always perfect, the lighting always golden, the ambient sound always waves. It feels like peace. It is not peace.
Daily Life
The fog comes in and you take your medication and the world feels softer, and you don't ask whether the softness is real because the question itself feels like something you used to worry about.