Here we go! Ugh. What a rugpull. Turns out this whole From Utopia schtick was a giant SCAM to convince me that skeletons actually exist. What!? Does anyone believe in that old chestnut, let alone someone I thought was as advanced in science as Shem? I suppose he’ll be offering us a whiff of aether next, an start weighing in on the veracity of the moon?
I will say though I completely CONDEMN the premise, the execution of the thing is flawless. It’s one of the handsomest processes I’ve seen in ages. And the SWAG! Give me that skeletal baptism CD over your “cloud based apps” anyday. What’s next? CryptoSkeleCurrency? The SkeleVerse?
Thankfully Shelley gets back with it with a perfectly REASONABLE account of Jim. You know, Jim’s corner? A stillborn according to Shem. A sort of Santa Sangre in a jar type figure. Worth a chapel! Critical thinking. One of the most plausible theories in ages. Just goes to show how inconsistent someone can be! I think the phrase “Canadian boutique bacterium” will stick with me for a while though. What are you insinuating?! (I am also personally offended by how gorgeous this section looks. The repeating computer terminal gives our original Jim post a run for its money!)
Let’s check in with Romonde Contreras. OH. Seems like he’s getting into the spirit of “The Devils” Ken Russel restoration and all the hype surrounding it, providing us with some genuine NUNSPLOITATION. The After Nun? Better than the Overman, I guess. Leaks, creaks and freaks as the COFFINSHIP continues on its perilous pseudo-argonautica. Passing over the Ancient Amphibian Burial ground… Is this a coded message on oil stock prices? Is Romonde giving us financial advice?
Finally Shem brings us the latest in “Entertainment” with this thoroughly Burroughsian ad for the so-called VIRUS FILM. Apparently there’s nothing like it! I can attest to it actually, having tried to outdo several moments of utter immobility in the face of illness by trying and failing to grasp the plot of even the simplest movie. A virus film is not just the effect of the virus on existing films, but the very experience of being infected as FILM itself, the peak of the art. And why not? They project on us the same way the film projects on screen. I just wish doctors would clue in!