Wolfr[ai]m ❒ 6

DEN$EBORGHINI, 1969

Cinestill 800T

Shortly after making the bracelet for the waifu, Dr. $uss was just way to filled with LFG energy to go to bed. How could he possibly sleep after an Intravenous Alpha Infusion like that? Dr. $ walked from the new and improved gmRH lab over to their ward. Each ward was effectively its own mansion buried within the cliff-carved compound. Like a Batman Lair, but far more dense. Walking around his new, not-so-humble abode left him speechless. 

Because the home was literally within a cliff, there was no natural light. So what the buidl’rs did was make every wall and ceiling out of 80085K resolution screens. The space would automatically change based on time of day, but could also be customized depending on your !vibe. Dr. $ walked into a space with dimly lit, warm gradient walls, that started with a soft gold hue below eye level and transitioned to black. Looking up at the ceiling was a real time render of the night sky above - stars, galaxies, passer-by star link satellites. He’d never seen anything like it.

Once he swept his jaw up off the floor, Dr. $ found his personal garage. He immediately needed to sweep the floor again. Dream of any vehicle - it was there. Walking through the football field sized hangar of a garage, he saw it tucked in the corner. Right behind one of the helicopters. The DEN$EBORGHINI of his childhood dreams. 

Dr. $ could see the cubic key fob in the center consul so he jumped in without a second thought. The corinthian leather racing buckets hugged him tight. He flipped down the sun visor to look at himself in the mirror, make sure he wasn't dreaming. A FAKEBORGHINI card, signed by Skife, fell into his lap. The whip was baptized in density - it was time. He fired up the tungsten forged flat plan crank V12. It popped and banged through the space until it came to a purr of an idle. Thank god for the bomb proof doors, the wifey couldn’t hear a thing. 

It was time to explore the area for a bit. The Doc pushed the clutch in, and with a metallic click, moved the token gated shift knob into first. He followed the few miles of secret cavernous roads out to the main highway. As he began his drive along the coast, there was a borderline cliche wink from the Divinity of The Density - a shooting cube across the sky.