# in which rando bunches of slackers professional goof offs from the future primitive internets all partially / ironically consider some aaaa virtuality playspace perhaps the shallow cheeto dusted fps neckbeard fantasy of western culture itself get off yer live service corporate milk pilgrim and buy more dlc in which the price for serious bps bill paying skillage includes endless rounds of non critical 80's cary stu genuflection researcher henry swanson: seems thou protest too much amazing quote head in-scene : budski we was already deep into scenic rnd when individual pixels were rubik cube sized fellow researcher dr. orloff: hey that sounds neat what's that meanwhile heavy geek metal bands perform versions of n bit playspace muzak sociopathically juvenile obsessions and desires to receive unjust rewards for pathologically solipsistic mediocrity which begin with synthetic questions say for example what if the entire darn world revolved around one alone hyper specific popcult trilby tipping nerdgasms enjoyed on a regular basis do such strutting digital cliches even exist or maybe one should ask what asocial media effects these virtual states of being express hopefully alternate light mirror polyverse versions meddle with connections between an nineties latchkey generation's consumption of the era's media while deconstructing the idea of making desperately anorak sad and obsolete references to for example max headroom or street hawk reading from credibly depressing encyclopedias of useless knowledge with gull wings thus coc creating original content researcher henry swanson then pukes in ir mouth a little eliciting loud sighs of conceptual frustration in the middle of a busy posh vegan restaurant downtown // republic of bob