G String

Your Standard Issue Biosuit tracks health, ammo and armor, and handles lights, sprinting and breathing on its own, in open air and underwater. Filters and enhancers recharge through movement and sunlight, which feels generous until toxins start eating through it. You still hunt for supplies to heal and restock, watch for acid rain, storms, smog and broken infrastructure, and learn that night-vision is offline after old lab damage. Survival here is less about menus and more about reading the street before it reads you.

From the slums of Greater Chinatown to low orbit Earth and beyond, the maps are dense with alternate routes, vents, hidden secrets and environmental puzzles of varying complexity. Combat is spaced out and can be harsh, with minimal hand-holding and brief cut-scenes only where first-person cannot show the event. You get telekinetic and pyrokinetic abilities early, then find more means of input later. The pace picks up considerably, so bring patience and comfortable shoes.

You can go loud or look for a way around the fight. The game responds to behavior: the less aggressive Myo is, the fewer enemies she is likely to meet down the line. That choice sits oddly well beside throwing objects with your mind and setting oil alight, in a campaign about learning a shattered future and escaping the powers that run Earth. Despite the title, she never comes across explicit mature situations, which is more restraint than the smog-choked billboards suggest.