A sun-bleached simulation where everything’s been laminated for your protection. The sky's the color of blue Gatorade, the pigeons wear QR codes, and the billboards whisper affirmations in twelve languages while tracking your dopamine levels. You don’t walk here — you glide on recycled neon, dodging influencer holograms and avocado-scented exhaust. The city pulses like a credit card on Ketamine, stitched together with microplastics and misplaced hope. Everyone’s smiling, no one’s blinking. This ain’t the future — it’s the reboot of a dream no one wanted to admit was already broken. Welcome. Please enjoy your stay. No refunds. Batteries included.