The year is 2247, but it’s a 2247 imagined in 1987. A chrome-plated car whirls through a dark desert. The neon-glow of a cityscape expands on the horizon.
The car begins to be enveloped in the now blinding intensity of this technicolour metropolis. The wheels spin faster, and the pulsing, synth-driven track on the radio gets louder and louder.
In the driver’s seat, the car’s sole occupant smiles as they’re fully immersed within the multihued lights that streak past the windshield.
