I cradle my drink, or at least the analogue of it. I haven’t really been able to ‘drink’ anything in the traditional sense for the past three thousand years, but that’s why I come here. They map you at the door and simulate your memetic concept of a relaxant. To me everyone is a humanoid…

Richard sipped nervously at his seven-eleven coffee. He sat on a bench, watching the trams rattle down the center of Bourke Street, filled with people with somewhere to go. He’d like to be preparing for his interview inside a warm cafe. But with only a few dollars in his pocket, a three dollar coffee on a park…

We humans require a few things to survive. Food, shelter, warmth, water. As society has developed, there has been increasing…