Trust is the garnish. Revenge is the main course.

(screaming across the kitchen) Your terrine is weeping, Roman! Just plate the damn thing!

(whispering to his own hands) It's not possible. I blanched the bones at 4 AM. I measured the gelatin to the gram. It should be... perfect.

The neon hum of "The Stream" never really stopped. In the year 2034, entertainment wasn't something you watched; it was something you lived inside.