It's the latest TV craze; Zome. An inverted skyscraper built a mile into the Martian soil, at the bottom of which crooks and vagabonds and other undesirables are thrown, to battle it out over several seasons of scheming, bloodshed and violent surprises. Forming ad-hoc allegiances to scour for weapons and supplies, only to betray one another as they reach the summit and dream of seeing the shimmer of distant earth from the planet's surface. Four seasons in, and nobody has yet done so. 

It's an old format, but timeless. Knowing their audience hunger for futurism cloaked in the warm certainties of the past, the producers recycle once again the ancient aesthetic of neon and wireframe kitsch.