# crudely mass printed cyberpunk paperback several months later it still reeks of what smells like insect repellent of all things all one wants to do is scan it in and mess about with the text but if possible would like to avoid becoming undead from illegally stored industrial exposure thinking about it one decides to wear kitchen gloves while scanning such a disposable pulp object reminds one of living in a dystopia not the cool kind where one wears a black leather bulletproof trench coat while eating super spicy noodle soup in the crying vmg 909 megacity rain looking for dangerous heavily augmented sax droid perps in neo chinatown // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]