You spot an emaciated figure slumped in a chair across the room, looks to be a wire-head job

Poor sap was probably lured in with the promise of digital salvation, but all they got was a cranium full of digital SSRIs.

"There's no H3aven for skum like us friend", you say to yourself

For you knew this all too well. MEEK co. pulled all the affluent into TheREAL™, and left all of us less fortunate to scrounge the wastes.

Wiretapping was once a crude recreational drug, but now it's the last resort for many to escape hell on earth.

The aroma of burnt flesh causes you to wretch, it reminds you of your own. Escaping the feedback loop with your life is difficult if not borderline impossible.

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