So I’m in the Mexican seafood restaurant, and they’re playing goofy almost-polka Mexican folk dance
On an app, I guess, because commercials break into it in the deadass middle of songs. The commercials are Anglophone, though the staff here isn’t.
So the last commercial was for I think Symtuza, the prescription HIV medication. The narrator was inhabiting, smoothly but definitely, a gay black identitarian who contracted the virus in a context he’s still a little ashamed of and knows he should (but doesn’t always) take his medication regularly on schedule so as to prevent the development of drug resistance and so he’s honest with his doctor and they go with this product which has a high barrier to drug resistance!
And speaking of “did we get the cyberpunk future we were promised”, I want to point out this whole situation is like 2 or 3 different 1987 pitch-black cynicisms come true at once
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