Penrose Hills is indeed a fictional place. We know because we made it up. We carefully and intentionally placed its non-existent municipality several miles south of interstate 15 between Los Angeles and Las Vegas. Miles off the dusty windswept roads and fields of rusty barbwire; where salt mixes with sand and your bones burn in the radiating sun. A town where time has stood still for generations, and in some of our stories doesn’t move at all. Penrose is a place where the wild ambitions of well-funded corporations can run free as they experiment with the human mind, soul, and the occasional ape. Most importantly, the town can’t be found on any map, and those that pass through don’t remember it for long. It consists of a few blocks of residential buildings, the common water hole on Main street and a few stores on the brink of extinction due to drone distribution of both products and services from either Sodom in the west or Gomorra to the east. And unless you are into legend tripping, tunnel hacking or urban exploration among the many deserted factory buildings, still under lock and key from the cold-war era, don't think about leaving the town by foot. The heat of the day or the freezing cold of night will consume you. In short, Penrose Hills is the perfect town to pretty much make up anything, which we are, and have you, our valued active listener, step into its city limits and be part of the most curious of twisted tales and meet Penrose Hills' locals, who surely would love for you to stay; much longer than you have planned for, or wished for.