Your apartment? A "micro-loft" (marketing speech for a coffin with a view). The window shows a looped ad for Elysian Seats —luxury hover-lounges for the neurally tethered. You can't afford the chair. But you can afford to hate the people who can.
By Turn...
The Gutter Chorus: Three street-singers with modded throats, humming frequencies that make your fillings ache. Beautiful. Illegal. They pass a hat. You drop a chit that used to be your dinner. Whoremonger NTE -Act 3 - Part 1 - Beta- By Turn...
Here's the truth they don't patch into the manual: you're not a monger. Not yet. This is Act 3, Part 1. Beta. You're a prototype. A half-baked ghost walking through a world that hasn't finished loading. Your apartment
But the song comes on. A broken bassline from a stolen club rig. And for three minutes and seventeen seconds, you forget you're a product. You can't afford the chair