The year is 2026 and I am wearing mirrorshades. “Runner,” says Mr. Johnson, keeping our forms of address cooly professional, “are you ready to take the job?”
“Sure as I’m a street sam,” I say, taking a deep drag from my e-cig. The task: go into augmented reality, find some Ikea torrents that won’t infect Mr. Johnson’s toaster with sentient porn ads, and ghost. Impossible? Chummer, for the BTC I’m earning,
What. Also, how can you retroactively take things out of the public domain, what gives?
People should be able to get store Chinese-factory-brand fancy 1950’s chairs.
This is Bad and Wrong and … okay, probably less important than I intuitively feel that it is, but ugh.
