Futures 2084

The Call

The Call

Author: Compañero Disco

In 2084 you fall in love partying at the metaclub and you’re affraid of catching a flew in the analog reality (what was that…?). Me, I’m just the dj selektor, I play music 24hs long and dance with my robots (I love their skin). But on full moon nights I wake up shirtless, dancing around the fire to the sound of the drums.

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