Barhopping for Astronauts

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The future is weird. Bring a drink.</strong></h4><p></p><ul><li><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>An influencer lets the internet puppet his brand-new cyber-limbs.</span></li><li><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Door-to-door sales-things arrive with a television that watches you.</span></li><li><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Two YouTubers livestream a dinosaur attack - for the clout of course.</span></li></ul><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Welcome to a dive bar at the edge of the multiverse where every cocktail is spiked with existential dread. In these darkly satirical shorts Leo X. Robertson skewers the absurdity of modern life through warped futures that feel unsettlingly familiar. Identity surveillance grief pleasure - even the apocalypse - collapse into each other often in the same paragraph.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>These are the dreams of the doomed and the coping mechanisms of the barely functional - but also the love stories and inside jokes that bubble up as the world glitches around us. So if you've ever wanted to simulate the rest of your life as someone else or found comfort in a soothing blue screen of death pull up a barstool ... the last round of reality is on the house.</span></p><p></p>