# second hand cyber nerdgasm serious bill playing skillage; mouth breathing popkult referencing endless consumerist lullabies as fulfilling as stinking undead cyberpunks (basically high-tech lowlifes) both often found long left abandoned to fade to naught beneath / embedded within megastructural concrete intersections of abandoned super express highways to and from the near-future now vengeful edutainment-media poltergeists whose only desire is indulge in seemingly playful nostalgia about ir favorite private obsessions forced on public spaces while worlds falls down around them unnoticed and unloved (fellow researcher henry swanson suddenly turns to look with awkward guilt in an electromedia time-encrusted mirror after gushing uncritically about the 80s again) henry swanson: yeesh sorry what an anorak wearing radish i've been - time for some genuine strangeness and ice cold alternative internet-as-lifestyle luxury // republic of bob