lowindustrial.

Dreamt De Niro was the henchman of a megalomaniacal A.I. that resided on an abandoned drilling platform in the North Sea. He was rounding us up like that Hale-Bopp cult so we could be conveyed to the rig where the motherbrain would degauss our neurons. He made me remove my G-Shock because it contained too much titanium and apparently that would interfere with the cybernetic interface—which was a bummer because I was planning on someone from Starfleet knowing how to use the timepiece’s radio receiver to disrupt the brainstorm.