# introducing bsz hypercorporation down on research level d82 struggling with important wires it's mourning again in global amerika under strong near-future hypercorporate leadership the world is prouder better and extra ordinary why would anyone ever want to return to the present where they were less than twenty minutes ago transmitting live from twenty seconds into near-future retro 80s we're using the bioelectrical matrix in the brains of researchers as receivers our vision signal is being beamed in via republic of bob imaginary alternative near-future internet history pastime bypassing all conscious neural interference and designer digital apathy such researchers have been chosen to help us rnd project our alien tech transmitters are now strong enough to interrupt the daily conscious state of waking sleep old foolish and obsolete worldviews now place such big scientists deeper in the danger zone oh you half crazed mavericks egos still writing checks that bodyminds can't cash we at bsz hypercorporation have developed a strange imaginary play-state one pretends to play commonly termed big science by the chronically online / distracted its highly odd entheogenic hyperfuturism will awaken and reconnect researchers to the existential intensities of a truer present to consider whatever's seen here as what's happening in one's local spacetime all this takes place on a dystopian planet under an emerging constant giving rise to bizarre anomalies confront highest peaks and deepest depths today to reach transcendence neither entirely dream nor realty our message exists solely for purposes of radial desimulation yet note at this super late and ultra critical stage it's only natural to hardcore data panic the mere fact we can sit here comfortably tonight at the lab sitting pretty on our flat western read pasty pink techno nerd asses without freaking out completely about our dire situation maintain our casual collective sanity in the staring embedded white root floor face of several recent near crippling impacts with smart concrete reinforced iron spiked speed bumps on the lite pink path to wantonly elf imposed terminal techno a-calypso while sleepwalking into catastrophe it's because we stupidly enjoy certain inherent preinstalled neuro psychological barriers against instantaneous total assimilation of the truer degree to which our entire situation and current state of being inhuman both appears and is in fact utterly fubar wake up researcher there are whole worlds to save // republic of bob