# your coffee mister mcsimms just way you like it one of those odd mediated things 'big scientists' researching 'project' tend to notice otherwise throwaway lines in intense / intensely bland near-future sci fi settings (plus or minus blue vhs-style scan lines) which only ever seem vaguely potent with existential meaning or potential realty significance researcher dr. orloff: yo how come they know exactly what mr mcsimms wants or needs henry swanson: moreover why do they seem so prepared and eager to serve it up anyhow dr. orloff: if we were mr mcsimms pretty soon we'd begin to resent the presumption of familiarity with our morning sci fi coffee needs both the exact social processes behind it's manufacture and subsequent formal scenic presentation in the wider deeper context of (say) the revolting bioalien psychic-possessing undead dr. orloff: that's um specific henry: hey thanks dr. orloff: that's not necessarily a complement // republic of bob