Put on your seatbelt, Hershel. The future is here.

Put on your seatbelt, Hershel. The future is here.

There's no hidden agenda. You don't have to believe in anything. You'd just get your passport stamped by the brand embassy... and some money... and threads.

Yes. I will become the Brand Ambassador.

Excellent choice.

Not enough slots.

No. That's the fascists money.

Boo-hoo-hoo, the 'fascist's money'. People across the developed world would kill to own these goods.

What happened to the present?

Forget about it -- you don't need it anymore.

Sexual much?

Desire, actually.

Why do I need the seatbelt?

So you won't fall out mid-drive. We're going to the brand embassy -- the hypermarket in the centre of Cicatriz Frontera.

An oasis of commerce nestled between skyscrapers, the complete opposite of the Bootleg Bazaar.

But that's in La Luz!

So what? There are mines on the moon and holes in your pockets. Come on now -- take a look at the clothing racks -- this is the pinnacle of human innovation.

Sacrophobe, Crossbill, Lunadista, Tracker... clothes of the future, designed by artists of the future using materials of the future.

Shiny.... So shiny...

What makes it so bright?

Yet to be determined carcinogenics.

No need to worry about it though. Just put one of them on. You'll look good in any of them. Take a couple of pictures and you'll be on your way. You can keep the jacket too, and why not take a couple more pieces home?

Give me!

Of course. We'll throw in a couple of sol as well, for your troubles if you don't mind.

SUCH REACTIONARY COMMODITY FETISHISM IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!

Nobody said anything about any photos...

How else would you spread the message? Everyone deserves to see you in these threads. We'll throw in a couple of sol as well for your troubles.

I don't think I'm actually into it.

Would a couple of sol change your mind?

Oooh....

Just put one of them on, don't worry about it. You'll look good in any of them. Take a couple of pictures and you'll be on your way. You can keep the jacket too, and why not take a couple more pieces home with you?

What's with this ode to fascism?

It's all good Hershel. It's not about fascism, its about fashion. The threads are cool, are they not?

There are... hypermarkets?

There are. Of course, I understand that coming from Novessa you might be intimidated by anything bigger than a gas station, but take a look at the clothing racks -- this is the pinnacle of human innovation.

Cool.

It gets even cooler, just take a look at the clothing racks -- this is the pinnacle of human innovation.

Fuck-machines with eleven stages of vibration, hydrophobic jackets that light up in the dark, and personal electronic terminals.