Wrewdison sits at the long wooden bar of Chat, illuminated by dim red lightbulbs and surrounded by deck jockeys. Ratz, a gruff bartender with a robotic arm, slides over a Last Word cocktail. Wrewdison savors the complex flavors, while a drunk man sleeps in a pool of his own drool nearby. The electronic music blares on, and an Ono Sendai Cyberspace 7 cyberdeck sits on the bar.

taken in chatsubo