# near future effortless blue lab keys include rainy megacity days getting bits ripped off one's deck by mutant street punks in which all manner of weird-cool zeitgeist drama doesn't bother as much as it used to a couple of weeks back when first arriving at university back then one expressed the classic ambient mood of teenage petulance yet when one realised that whatever was tried nobody cared such tepid designer angst was itself quickly forgotten one senses one's 'altitude' can be dropped and the spare energy used to let it rip - excess existential ballast discarded in order to fly lower leaner faster and further into modem rnd superspace // republic of bob