Notes: It is 2022. You are in a Panera Bread. You're meeting with your polycule/harsh noise collective. They're kicking you out because the E-girl you buy foot pics from subtweeted you, calling you problematic. You step out into the street and are nearly clipped by an Ubertesla, the rider of which has paid extra to set it to disregard human life. Your phone buzzes. It's a Venmo request from your polycule, addressed to "Our good bitch", requesting to be compensated for the emotional labor of meeting with you. You pay it in Amazon Scrip.