The layout of the streets is much the same, but most of the businesses are quite different from the ones of the twenty-first centuries. There are very few land vehicles in use, as well, replaced by hovering cars or shuttlecraft. But there is also relatively little traffic out and about, and close to the north side of San Francisco, the reason why is clear.

There is a starship crashed in the middle of the city.

It's twice the size of the Enterprise, painted a sinister black rather than shining silver, but the style is much the same. It's a Starfleet ship, no doubt about it. A trail of destruction draws a straight line from the ship to the edge of the water, and in the path of damage is the shattered remains of Alcatraz. Flashing red and blue lights emanate from emergency vehicles flying around the wreck, rescuers hard at work clearing rubble and rescuing trapped survivors in the wake of the crashed ship.

Starfleet Medical is one of the biggest buildings in the city, far enough away from the wreck that it's untouched by the destruction. Several vehicles are parked near the entrance to the hospital building, their sides painted with what must be the names of local news networks, though the reporters themselves must remain behind a lighted barrier, like glowing police tape, restricting them from the hospital itself.