Bellevue is where the princes of Emerald City and their chosen supporters dwell. The white-collar elite live out their days in gated neighborhoods that are testaments to paranoia. Lone Star patrols the long, lonely border with Redmond, where the poor stare with hungry eyes at razor-wire-topped ferroconcrete walls and armored security drones.The gated communities themselves are masterpieces of social engineering, kept impeccably clean by a staff of maintenance drones and inviolate by near-invisible spy-drones that monitor their territories for intruders. Wage slaves are encouraged to telecommute; armored shuttles transport the rest to their Downtown offices.
Bellevue residents are bored house spouses, corp brat packs, and execs with high-stress jobs; they relieve the tension by satisfying their chemical and chip addictions, along with whatever sexual fetishes they might have picked up skimming the Matrix or attending that conference last week. A few high-end commercial districts, entertainment complexes,and exclusive clubs keep them sedated in their time off; the ultra-rich pass their time in members-only restaurants.
Runners hate coming here. If you’re not dressed like a corporate drone, you’re likely to stick out—and Driving While Meta is still cause for a stop and search here. If you can dress up and play the part, it’s a nice district to conduct quiet business in. A lot of biz here involves chasing corp personnel—like kidnapping a protected corporate executive and her family, or wetwork against the same. Information gathering and surveillance jobs are also common, though the extra security, astral wards, and heavy IC you tend to encounter here make such jobs a major pain in the ass. A number of corps have innocent-looking little research parks scattered throughout the district; many of these feature vicious defenses to protect the secretive projects and cold-storage data vaults hidden within.