It is the future...

It is the future and no one gives...it is the future and everyone is paranoid...it is future and everyone just thinks about themselves...it is the future and gentrification has sent everyone to hell..it is the future and the stale stink of tried ideas reeks to high hell...it is the future and we live like rats in a maze of hierarchy relationships...it is the future and you can be zapped by the image gun and your existence obiliterated in a moments second...it is the future and all relations have turned cold...it is the future and nature is nothing more than a virtual reality...

tyler, sitting in his underwear drinking cheap beer smoking a marlboro, amused...he is still alive well after the Raygun has come and gone...the fame he sought eluded him but it is almost enough to be able to draw breath into the lung...a faint glow of buzz has begun to descend upon his consciousness bought on by the slow but steady consumption of the cheapies...full drags of cigarette smoke into his lung..."how fucking funny,"he thought to himself,"to win the information battle but to lose the war." it had been the intention of the Ruby Kite to hack Zack Smiter's database and disrupt his virtual unreality to restore natural well being...well, they hacked it all right but all it did was scramble everyone's brains...no one had an attention span anymore or conversed in ideas...the image of society had fully consumed everyone's braini...the ultimate achievement of Zack's Smiter's virus...

ha, ha, ha...time to write yourself into the movie...what a fucking joke...if anything, it was time to write yourself out of the movie...it made drinking to get wasted all so much easier...