Spaceorg HQ

contains Mechatravolta, the de facto leader of the Chomologists who are at constant odds with the Hepcat freaks of Maas Neotek and the general denizens of Freedom City itself.

Mechatravolta has issues with the Hepcats (probably because he isn't as balla as they are with their beatnik-bullshit and being a four-legged robot isn't rad enough the cool kid group) and he's asking for the head of Ginsberg, their leader. Sounds pretty lazy. If you're a tough motherfucker you could try your hand at it.

Spaceorg HQ is separated into three floors, containing a single friendly lunch lady who sells kool aid for the brave, a calutron on the second floor for nuclear dooders, and Elron Hubbard himself on the third floor doing god knows what in a babyspacesuit [why is he still alive after a nuclear holocaust, anyway], while Mechatravolta is perched on the roof.

Curiously enough, the basement houses some broken clone vats and celebrity zombies that range from Jesus to Necanthrope. Who knew that the paparazzi could do this to people?

SCIENCE. GONE. BAD.

This is also the best place to work out a Chomologist contract for there are dozens of the roaches lying around the hallways, ready to gang up on any would-be assailants to their cause. Then again, they'll most likely hurt themselves with their own shitty, old weaponry.