This is a city of crazed oppulence, something of a cross between Times Square or downtown Tokyo and an L.A. freeway. Cars are everywhere. Neon signs flicker. Ads adorn every space. Wires run in maniacal tangles like the inner circuits of a giant cyborg. There are two types of people here: fat consumers and the poor manufacturors. The consumers are grossly overweight, trundling by in their unyielding impetus to eat and buy more. The manufacturors are of every nationality. They live in shantytowns similar in feel to those in Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath.
Other images that might be evoked for comparison would be the city-scape in the movie Bladerunner or certain parts of Zion in The Matrix. Technology, however, is not The City of Consumption's main trait. It is oppulent... there is so much being consumed, and the technology seen in it is not meant to be seen as being hi-tech. It is meant to be familiar, exaggerated only in its volumne.
Max the Pig arrives here alone, and it is here where he finally mentally confronts his own selfishness, greed, and guilt. Here he meets a feisty cholo man, who is really a powerful Dragon who can free the town from the dreaded tornados that surround it.
