Hey /n/!I could really use your help for something. I am writing a film about bike couriers in a mostly atemporal setting. This is set in a biome-rich beachside town so I would like a few different options for different terrains. Most importabtly of all I would really like to know what the ultimate "jack-of-all-trades" bike would look like if money were not an option.Thank you for this bikebros!
>>2066298>ultimate "jack-of-all-trades" bike90s rigid mtb
>>2066300Awesome! Could you help me out with some cool ones in particular?
>>2066298>the ultimate "jack-of-all-trades" bike would look like if money were not an option.Bike messengers are some of the poorest people in America. Like literally they are usually squatter punks or live with their mom
>>2066298>>2066302If you're looking for a specific model of Bicycle, consider either of these two;>1.) Electra Townie (best selling bike in America, common commuter/beach cruiser type bike popular mostly with boomers but sometimes seen as Uber delivery bikes with rear racks installed) could go well with your "biome-rich beachside town" setting>2.) Chinese Flying Pigeon (single speed all-around road/hybrid bicycle, also the best-selling bicycle in China) it basically looks like what most people picture in their heads when they try to imagine the "default bicycle"Otherwise, you could also just go for a European City bike, really what matters is what type of frame you think will work for your setting (Cruiser, Road, Hybrid, Mountain bike.etc)
>>2066303I have an in-world justification for the aquisition of parts.>>2066307Incredibly helpful, thank you! I wouldn't mind looking at some of the more visually striking or obscure examples if you have any. The idea is a team of bicycle couriers with different bikes for different terrains and one messenger with a bike spec'd to handle almost any terrain decently.
>>2066298I read this as "berdache town", that would for sure be an interesting book, bike couriers in a town of berdahes
>>2066298>the ultimate "jack-of-all-trades" bike would look like if money were not an option.a motorcyclebut really it deepends on the aesthetic of the book/character, the setting, and the >USE CASE. is the character in a beach town delivering brewskis along the actual sand? or is he in town racing against the internet to transfer hard drives full of sensitive filez? likewise "new parts" are justified but how, is he just friends with his local bike shop owner who hands him wear parts like desk candy or is he replacing whole parts of the frame getting it welded together at the cyberpunk chop shop?if you were doing what you really are doing and just asking what is >BEST then there are pretty clear winners but for a stylish option for a book character what will fit will change a lot and probably be more exaggerated than the equivalent real-life option
You shouldn't approach it in this way.You need to establish an overall aesthetic and choose a bike that fits Like you said it's atemporal but you must have some idea when like now the future the late 20th century? Asking bike nerds isn't going to help you
>>2066310>I wouldn't mind looking at some of the more visually striking or obscure examples if you have any.go look at silk road bikes
>>2066298>writing a movie about bike couriers>knows nothing about bikesdeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrp
>>2066337nta but good storytelling >>> autism about some niche hobby interestthis is why no one likes the guy who goes "reeee it's supposed to be the invasion of grenada yet the 3 round bursts are clearly resetting each time which means it has an A4 cam the movie is ruined stupid gun grabber hollywood libtards", literally go fuck yourself spergo of us are just trying to enjoy a war movierarely and I mean RARELY autism and storytelling can overlap but it's almost unheard of that's why it's such a big deal when it's done right, it is almost never done right
>>2066339this, for example Heat is a "/k/" movie but at no point do they sperg out about guns, they just have cool ones on screen that act "realistically". but it's a fucking good movie meanwhile there's plenty of direct to netflix slop movies that try to do it and are absolutely not even fun C list garbage but happen to have a scene where they rattle off the datasheet of an M16A3 verbatim for no reason and no amount of "accuracy" saves them from being utterly forgettablethat said others are right, nail down an aesthetic but then stay away from namedropping specific models (you WILL get something wrong and someone WILL get upset) in favor of using features to advance the plot. sorta like how nu-blofkamp films (Elysium, Chappie, District 9, etc) always have some ridiculous supertech weapon that advances the plot, tries to include vaguely how it works, but the only point of it actually existing in the setting is to let an actual character move the plot forward at some pointalso keep in mind that people using stuff don't sperg out about said stuff when some crisis is underway. people like john wick gunfu because it allows john wick to do john wick things. they dont watch it because john wick painstakingly explains why Center Axis Relock isn't a total fucking meme
>>2066339>good storytelling >>> autism about some niche hobby interestNah. Look at Tolkien; autism about languages. Look at Star Wars; autism about samurai movies. Your ideas are simply wrong.
>>2066341>Look at Tolkien; autism about languages.languages are a plot device and the book isn't just a dictionary>Look at Star Wars; autism about samurai movies.not really at all, their swordsmanship is pretty poor in most SW films and it's more of a WWII Ace Opera with swordfights for garnish
>>2066342You really don't know anything about anything huh. Dunning-kruger strikes again
>>2066343>he thinks SW isn't just the world's first Jet OperaSW has more in common with Ace Combat than it does with Kurosawa
>>2066341>Star Wars; autism about samurai movies.No. Stop trying to sound smart because you aren't.
>shitty author can't write for shit so has to make his book "good" by namedropping Brand You Like™many such cases
>>2066339ok, well he doesn't know anything about bike couriers, either.
>>2066300with slicks
>>2066312That is a really cool idea.
>>2066320>>2066322You make some strong points. Admittedly I was hoping for some sort of "Bike Inspo" thread in the catalog.
>>2066381I am currently researching>>2066346No, see. I won't be namedropping or having any expositional dialogue related to any of this. This is about verismilitude and that sort of thing is at its best when it just solidfies the setting while sitting in the background.>>2066339>>2066340I agree with your take but I am going to do my research for this. I have a costume designer looking through old beachwear catalogues and reference photos of nyc bike couriers. I have also been looking through different flag codes.I really appreciate all of the help so far.I guess I just want to communicate is that the idea isn't to appease autism with hackenyed accuracy but rather to understand enough about the culture(s) that watching it as cyclists won't make you roll your eyes and instead, hopefully, feel relatable.This is not the extent of my research into bicycles either. I am going to contact experts irl to make sure that I am not making nonsense.
>>2066407>different flag codes.is this a maritime drama now?
>>2066419>is this a maritime drama now?It is set in a beachside town so I am looking for anything that could be relevent.
>>2066455well i can tell you right now that average boaters do not give ONE SINGLE FUCK about signal flags and just boomer babble over vhf in plain englishthe only one i have ever seen in the wild is Bravo and only on tankers, even Alpha doesn't get used for divers in favor of the white on red X thing (which is usually a rigid panel on a buoy)
>>2066455>anon tries to write a novel about something he has no fucking clue about nor any prior interest inFor what purpose?
>>2066484It's less of a plot device and more of an adjascent code able to be tied to it thematically.>>2066486There are several other elements at play in the story which I am much more well versed in this is simply the aspect that needs the most strengthening.
>>2066487you strike me as the kind of person who thinks those flags are a "secret code"
>>2066488But they are though.
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>>2066303This, my life sucks, I was born lucky though so I get to work this job without being a gutter punk. I used to be a big shitbag tho but I cleaned up and became courier over 10 years ago, people around me accept me more like this than how I used to be>>2066298>beachside townWhere I basically live>ultimate "jack-of-all-trades" bikeI kind of already have it but it's a bit too heavy in headwinds, a bit lighter frame, tighter fit, and thinner tires would be better. The track bike I had before this was also a bit much but the other side, the track bike was too sharp, that's why I got this bike. The cruiser is too heavy but oddly it's become my favorite bike even if it's my lowest value bike, it makes a great work bike. Really though, I want another bike, a flat bar 4130 with 27.5x1.9 slicks, something between what I have now
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>>2066492This is perfect! Thank you for existing! I would definitely love to pick your brain about your most memorable experiences as a courier.
>>2066498>your most memorable experiences as a courierThere was a 1-2 year spree I was into social cycling and attended every big group ride. Some of those social rides were the most fun moments of my life, I met a lot of good people and because I work outside and all over the city, I still frequently run into them
>>2066492this is the first time I'm hearing Chicago being called a "beach-side town" lol.
>>2066533There's 20 miles of public beach access along the city giving us beach city culture but it's limited to a short window of good weather
>>2066515More please! Any frustrating experiences? Mishaps? Particularly odd deliveries?
>>2066536yeah, I'm aware you're on lake Michigan and there's some sand on the shore, but nobody other than certain delusional residents call Chicago a beach side town
>>2066540We absolutely are a beach town, just a seasonal Midwestern version where the beach baddies and beach bums turn up June to September, there's corpos and kingpins with yacht parties in the playpen, and we even have beach bars and volley ball tournaments. I used to think casually grilling by the beach was a normal thing until I learned it's a special occasion thing for non coastal cities. There's a reason Chicago claims the "third coast"
>>2066553mate, when people say "beach town" they don't mean somewhere on a lake, they mean shit like you see in florida
also a pretty key feature of "beach town" is that it's a salt water beach, i.e. that the beach doesn't have an opposite shore you can even see with RADAR no matter how crazy the ducting gets from the metallic smog of industry, gunfire, and cagies
>>2066554>>2066555Lmao no it doesn't, beach towns include fresh water beach towns
>>2066556>>2066553>>2066536You have never been to an actual beach town in your entire life. Come visit Florida or California, those places have Beach Towns, this just aint it chief. And it's not even because it's on a freshwater lake, I wouldn't consider Long Island New York a real beach town either.
>>2066557I've been to LA, San Diego, and Miami, and each have a very different flavor of beach town, whatever you're using to classify what is and isn't a beach town isn't it, boss
>>2066558>LA, its own thing defying classification>San Diego, harbour town>Miami,ample beach but who tf is wasting valuable cocaine and gay sex with cubans time hitting the beach in miami KWAB the beach is where you nurse your hangover
>anon wants to write a screenplay about someone biking on a beachpeople do not bike on beaches. have you ever tried? even "beach cruisers" fucking struggle on sand, they're meant for the boardwalk/path next to the beach. even modern fatbikes aren't exactly fun on loose sand.
OP why don't you just bike around? Write your screenplay about that.
>>2066558Like the other anon said, LA and San Diego are kind of their own thing. Orange County (the place between LA and San Diego) has more of that beach town vibe than either of them do
>>2066560depends on how loose the sand is and what kind of tires you have but if you ride your bike only in 1st gear and pedalmaxx through the sand it can be done
>>2066560>people do not bike on beaches.I did not mean it this literally.
op can you describe what a bike is
>>2066565a tandem unicycle with a single seat.
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The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed subcategory. He ' s got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest, Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
When they gave him the job, they gave him a gun. The Deliverator never deals in cash, but someone might come after him anyway -- might want his car, or his cargo. The gun is tiny, acm-styled, lightweight, the kind of gun a fashion designer would carry; it fires teensy darts that fly at five times the velocity of an SR-71 spy plane, and when you get done using it, you have to plug it into the cigarette lighter, because it runs on electricity.The Deliverator never pulled that gun in anger, or in fear. He pulled it once in Gila Highlands. Some punks in Gila Highlands, a fancy Burbclave, wanted themselves a delivery, and they didn't want to pay for it. Thought they would impress the Deliverator with a baseball bat. The Deliverator took out his gun, centered its laser doohickey on that poised Louisville Slugger, fired it. Therecoil was immense, as though the weapon had blown up in his hand. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. Punk ended up holding this bat handle with milky smoke pouring out the end. Stupid look on his face. Didn't get nothing but trouble from the Deliverator.
Since then the Deliverator has kept the gun in the glove compartment and relied, instead, on a matched set of samurai swords, which have always been his weapon of choice anyhow. The punks in Gila Highlands weren't afraid of the gun, so the Deliverator was forced to use it. But swords need no demonstrations.The Deliverator's car has enough potenţial energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater, the Deliverator's car unloads that power through gaping, gleaming, polished sphincters. When the Deliverator puts the hammer down, shit happens.You want to talk contact patches? Your car's tires have tiny contact patches, talk to the asphalt in four places the size of your tongue. The Deliverator's bike has big sticky tires with contact patches the size of a fat lady's thighs. The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta.
Why is the Deliverator so equipped? Because people rely on him. He is a roll model. This is America. People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them. As a result, this country has one of the worst economies in the world. When it gets down to it -- talking trade balances here -- once we've brain-drained all our technology into other countries, once things have evened out, they 're making cars in Bolivia and microwave ovens in Tadzhikistan and selling them here -- once our edge in natural resources has been made irrelevant by giant Hong Kong ships and dirigibles that can ship North Dakota all the way to New Zealand for a nickel -- once the Invisible Hand has taken all those historical inequities and smeared them out into a broad global layer of what a Pakistani brickmaker would consider to be prosperity -- y'know what? There's only four things we do better than anyone elsemusicmoviesmicrocode (software)high-speed pizza deliveryThe Deliverator used to make software. Still does, sometimes. But if life were a mellow elementary school run by well-meaning education Ph.D.s, the Deliverator ' s report card would say: "Hiro is so bright and creative but needs to work harder on his cooperation skills."
So now he has this other job. No brightness or creativity involved -- but no cooperation either. Just a single principle: The Deliverator stands tall; your pie in thirty minutes or you can have it free, shoot the driver, take his car, file a class-action suit. The Deliverator has been working this job for six months, a rich and lengthy tenure by his standards, and has never delivered a pizza in more than twenty-one minutes.Oh, they used to argue over times, many corporate driver-years lost to it: homeowners, red-faced and sweaty with their own lies, stinking of Old Spice and job-related stress, standing in their glowing yellow doorways brandishing their Seikos and waving at the clock over the kitchen sink, I swear, can't you guys tell time?Didn't happen anymore. Pizza delivery is a major industry. A managed industry. People went to CosaNostra Pizza University four years just to learn it. Came in its doors unable to write an English sentence, from Abkhazia, Rwanda, Guanajuato, South Jersey, and came out knowing more about pizza than a Bedouin knows about sand. And they had studied this problem. Graphed the frequency of doorway delivery-time disputes. Wired the early Deliverators to record, then analyze, the debating tactics, the voice-stress histograms, the distinctive grammatical structures employed by white middle-class Type A Burbclave occupants who against all logic had decided that this was the place to take their personal Custerian stand against all that was stale and deadening in their lives: they were going to lie, or delude themselves, about the time of their phone call and get themselves a free pizza.
>>2067206no, they deserved a free pizza along with their life, liberty, and pursuit of whatever, it was fucking inalienable. Sent psychologists out to these people 's houses, gave them a free TV set to submit to an anonymous interview, hooked them to polygraphs, studied their brain waves as they showed them choppy, inexplicable movies of porn queens and late-night car crashes and Sammy Davis, Jr., put them in sweet-smelling, mauve-walled rooms and asked them questions about Ethics so perplexing that even a Jesuit couldn't respond without committing a venial sin.The analysts at CosaNostra Pizza University concluded that it was just human nature and you couldn't fix it, and so they went for a quick cheap technical fix: smart boxes. The pizza box is a plastic carapace now, corrugated for stiffness, a little LED readout glowing on the side, telling the Deliverator how many trade imbalance-producing minutes have ticked away since the fateful phonecall. There are chips and stuff in there. The pizzas rest, a short stack of them, in slots behind the Deliverator ' s head. Each pizza glides into a slot like a circuit board into a computer, clicks into place as the smart box interfaces with the onboard system of the Deliverator ' s car. The address of the caller has already been inferred from his phone number and poured into the smartbox's built-in RAM. From there it is communicated to the car, which computes and projects the optimal route on a heads-up display, a glowing colored map traced out against the windshield so that the Deliverator does not even have to glance down.
If the thirty-minute deadline expires, news of the disaster is flashed to CosaNostra Pizza Headquarters and relayed from there to Uncie Enzo himself -- the Sicilian Colonel Sanders, the Andy Griffith of Bensonhurst, the straight razor-swinging figment of many a Deliverator ' s nightmares, the Capo and prime figurehead of CosaNostra Pizza, Incorporated -- who will be on the phone to the customer within five minutes, apologizing profusely. The next day, Uncle Enzo will land on the customer 's yard in a jet helicopter and apologize some more and give him a free trip to Italy -- all he has to do is sign a bunch of releases that make him a public figure and spokesperson for CosaNostra Pizza andbasically end his private life as he knows it. He will come away from the whole thing feeling that, somehow, be owes the Mafia a favor.The Deliverator does not know for sure what happens to the driver in such cases, but he has heard some rumors. Most pizza deliveries happen in the evening hours, which Uncie Enzo considers to be his private time. And how would you feel if you bad to interrupt dinner with your family in order to call some obstreperous dork in a Burbclave and grovel for a late fucking pizza? Uncle Enzo has not put in fifty years serving his family and his country so that, at the age when most are playing golf and bobbling their granddaughters , he can get out of the bathtub dripping wet and lie down and kiss the feet of some sixteen-year-old skate punk whose pepperoni was thirty-one minutes incoming. Oh, God -- It makes the Deliverator breathe a little shallower just to think of the idea.But he wouldn't drive for CosaNostra Pizza any other way.
EPISODE 5: THE DELIVERANCEA black-armored, over-engineered mountain bike—the SOULCRUSHER—idles with a menacing, artificial engine growl. It is equipped with tactical sirens, a spike-strip dispenser, and a seat made of carbon-fiber shards.The rider, THE DELIVERATOR, wears a matte-black riot helmet. His visor is a digital scrolling marquee that currently reads: [JUDGMENT: PENDING]. He is a man who treats a sandwich delivery like a SEAL Team 6 extraction.THE DELIVERATOR(Through a megaphone)Citizen! You are in violation of the Velocity Act! This lane is reserved for High-Yield Logistics! Prepare to be archived!MAKO sits on THE BIG KAHUNA, which is currently missing a pedal. He has replaced it with a sturdy piece of driftwood zip-tied to the crank. He is holding a single, organic Dragonfruit Smoothie with a tiny umbrella.MAKO (V.O.)Some guys think they’re the Law. They see the city as a series of infractions. Me? I see a giant bowl of miso soup. And this guy? He’s the hair I just found in it.THE STANDOFFThe Deliverator pulls a tactical pepperoni-stick from a pouch and takes a bite with professional intensity.THE DELIVERATORI am the tip and the tax, Mako. I’ve delivered organs in a hurricane. I’ve never had a rating below 4.98. You? You’re a blemish on the gig economy.MAKO(Scratching his chin with a hibiscus flower)That’s a lot of energy, brother. You ever just... stop and smell the bus exhaust? It’s got notes of rubber and destiny.THE DELIVERATOREXHAUST IS FOR THE WEAK! I BREATHE PURE LOGISTICS!
THE CHASE: THE GAUNTLETSuddenly, a notification pings on both their phones.NEW ORDER: One "Ultra-Spicy Kimchi Bowl" to the top of the Insurmountable Tower.THE DELIVERATORSHIELDS UP! SPRINT MODE ENGAGED!The Deliverator slams his SoulCrusher into its highest gear. He is pedaling so hard his hamstrings look like pythons fighting in a sack. He deploys a "Tactical Harpoon" and hooks it onto the back of a speeding ambulance, slingshotting himself into traffic at 45 mph.MAKO(Wincing)Ouch. That’s gonna mess with his alignment.Mako doesn't pedal. He spots a MOVING TRUCK with its back door open. He slowly coasts inside. Inside the truck, a jazz band is practicing.MAKO(To the trombonist)Mind if I catch a lift? The vibes are a little sharp in the street.
THE STAIRS OF JUDGMENTThe Insurmountable Tower’s elevator is out of service.The Deliverator arrives, his face the color of a ripe beet. He doesn't take the stairs; he uses a "Vertical Ascent Grappling Hook." He begins scaling the outside of the building, screaming at pigeons.THE DELIVERATOREFFICIENCY IS THE ONLY VIRTUE! CARDIO IS THE ONLY GOD!He reaches the 40th-floor penthouse, smashes through the glass window, and rolls into a tactical crouch. He holds the Kimchi Bowl aloft like the head of a vanquished king.THE DELIVERATOR(Gasping for air)Justice... is... lukewarm!The customer, a TIKTOK LIFE COACH named Sky, looks at him with horror. Then she looks at her balcony.MAKO is already there. He is reclining in a professional window-washer’s cradle, eating a taco. He had traded the jazz band’s drummer a "lucky seashell" to help him winch the cradle to the top.MAKO(Handing over the smoothie)Here you go, Sky. I kept it in the shade the whole time. It’s "Ambiently Chilled."SKYOmg, and you didn't break my window! Five stars!THE AFTERMATHThe Deliverator tries to "arrest" Mako for "Vibe-Related Felony Obstruction." He lunges, but because he’s wearing 40 pounds of tactical gear, he trips over a designer yoga ball and bounces slowly toward the koi pond.MAKO(Patting him on the helmet)You’re fighting the current, brother. You’re the Deliverator, but maybe you should try being the Relieverator.Mako steps back into the window-washer’s cradle and begins his slow, 30-minute descent, watching the sunset while the SoulCrusher’s alarm system at the bottom of the building screams at a squirrel.FADE OUT.
>>2067202>>2067203>>2067204>>2067205>>2067206>>2067207>>2067209>>2067229>>2067230>>2067231Is this AI or schizophrenia? Either way, thank you for your contribution ig.
>>2067238>not knowing Snowcrashsad!
EPISODE 6: THE SNOW-KOMBUCHA CRASHEXT. THE BURB-CLAVES OF NEW ANGELES - DUSKThe air smells like ozone and hyper-inflation. The sky is the color of a television tuned to a dead channel, but with a highly targeted ad for crypto-deodorant projected onto the clouds.This is the franchised wasteland of Southern California. Every neighborhood is a corporate sovereign state. The roads require a micro-transaction every fifty feet.MAKO is riding "The Big Kahuna" down the side of the hyper-way. He is not paying the micro-transactions because the Big Kahuna has no RFID chip, no license plate, and arguably, no structural integrity.Beside him is SURGE, the disgraced e-bike jockey from Episode 4. Surge is riding a janky, salvaged electric scooter held together by duct tape and sheer panic.MAKO (V.O.)Some guys jack into the 'Mega-Vibe'—the digital metaverse where everyone is a neon god. Me? I stay in meat-space. The graphics are better, and you can actually taste the breakfast burritos.THE CARGOMako’s front basket contains a glowing, violently bubbling crate of "Snow-Kombucha." It’s a black-market, bio-digital probiotic.SURGE(Sweating, his scooter whining)Mako, you don’t understand! That kombucha is a virus! It’s infecting the Mega-Vibe! Anyone who drinks it loses their crypto-wallets and starts speaking in 2012 Doge memes!MAKO(Sipping from a regular coconut)It’s just fermented tea, brother. Let the scoby do its work.SURGEWe have to deliver it to the Cyber-Shaman at the Coachella-Clave before the corporate hit squads zero us out! I owe the Syndicate twelve million Doge-Coins!THE ASSASSINSuddenly, a terrifying hum echoes over the fractured asphalt.Behind them, moving at 60 mph, is the most feared mercenary in the franchise states: GRIFF.
Griff is an absolute mountain of muscle wearing mirrored wrap-around shades and a leather vest. Tattooed across his forehead in bold, Gothic lettering is the phrase: LOW BATTERY ANXIETY.He is not riding a motorcycle. He is riding a heavily weaponized, self-balancing, off-road gravel unicycle. It has a knobby tire the size of a tractor’s and a rack of EMP ninja stars.GRIFF(Voice booming through a chest-mounted subwoofer)RELINQUISH THE SCOBY, FLESH-BAGS! THE FRANCHISE DEMANDS PURITY!SURGE(Screaming)It’s Griff! He’s got an autonomous unicycle! It’s gyroscopically perfect! We’re dead!THE CHASE: THE MEAT-SPACE MANEUVERGriff hurls an EMP ninja star. It hits Surge’s scooter. The scooter instantly dies, throwing Surge into a patch of genetically modified, corporate-owned cacti.Mako looks back. Griff is gaining, the massive unicycle tire chewing up the asphalt. Griff draws a high-frequency, vibrating katana.MAKO(Sighing)Bad vibes, man. Really harshing the evening commute.Mako reaches into his poncho. He doesn't pull out a sword. He pulls out a weathered, bright pink pool noodle.Griff swings the vibrating katana. Mako casually raises the pool noodle. The katana slices cleanly through the foam, but Mako uses the momentum to hook the remaining half of the noodle around Griff’s mirrored sunglasses, snapping them off his face.GRIFF(Blinded by the setting sun)MY OPTICS! THE GLARE IS UNCALIBRATED!THE "GLITCH"They approach the border of the "Coachella-Clave," a massive, walled-off desert music festival guarded by heavily armed influencers. The gate requires a VIP Retina Scan to open.Griff revs his unicycle, preparing to ram Mako into the concrete wall.GRIFFYOUR RIDE IS OBSOLETE! PREPARE FOR DELETION!
Mako looks at the massive, 60-pound steel frame of the Big Kahuna. He looks at the hyper-advanced, gyroscopically balanced, software-dependent unicycle charging at him.Mako slams on his coaster brakes. He skids sideways, kicking up a cloud of pure, analog dust.Griff’s unicycle sensors try to calculate the trajectory of the dust cloud. The software overcompensates. The gyroscopes panic. The unicycle violently jerks to the left, launching Griff over the handlebars and directly into a holographic billboard for "Bored Ape Yacht Insurance."THE DELIVERYMako slowly pedals up to the VIP gate. The heavy steel of the Big Kahuna bumps against the scanner. The sheer, unshielded magnetic mass of the rusted beach cruiser causes the biometric scanner to short-circuit.The gates slowly swing open.Mako pedals into the neon-drenched festival, finding the CYBER-SHAMAN—a guy in a faux-fur coat living in a server rack.Mako hands over the crate of violently bubbling Snow-Kombucha.CYBER-SHAMANYou brought the Mother-Scoby! The Mega-Vibe is saved! I will transfer a billion credits to your neural implant!MAKO(Shaking his head)Nah, man. Just point me toward the ambient chill-out tent. And maybe a physical taco.Mako pedals away into the laser-lit desert night, the squeak of his rusted chain the only sound the corporate microphones can't auto-tune.FADE OUT.
Isn't the whole point that Hiro is a dilettante loser that lives in a storage container whereas YT is a seasoned veteran making a decent living?
>>2067385yeah, theres frequent use of lines like>Hiro knew he was out of his depth, but he did it anywaybecause hiro is a washed up programmer from the Before Times whose only claim to fame is he "coded" a popular Second Life hangout spot where he has secret backdoors to win every fight (this is not a joke, at one point he cyber-murders someone by spawning an anvil on top of them and every actual fight he wins is a cowardly ambush or through overwhelming technological supremacy, with the only one actually dangerous fight he gets into almost going bad because he forgets it's real life and not online and almost wedges his sword badly enough into a hick's brainstem that he considers just abandoning the sword (a genuine antique with sentimental value) instantly)meanwhile YT is actually an absolute beast on skates and has more powerful friends and allies (being able to summon the aforementioned Uncle Enzo, having a hypersonic dog buddy because she pets the dobot doge as she sk8s through burbclaves, etc) because >SHE lives her life on enthusiasm for a hobby
>>2067207>There are chips and stuff in there. The pizzas rest, a short stack of them, in slots behind the Deliverator ' s head. Each pizza glides into a slot like a circuit board into a computer, clicks into place as the smart box interfaces with the onboard system of the Deliverator ' s car.Domino's literally did this ten years too soon
