The history of sad gay unemployed women shall be measured in terms of this show. A lesbian sprawled beside her lover on the night of New Year's Eve, 500 A.M., shall crack her eyes open through a fog of holograms and weed and ramble hazily about never quite knowing when the old age ended and the new began and how all of time feels like a meaningless squiggle of signs and symbols with no relevance to their smelly little corner of reality. It shall fall to her girlfriend, that scholar of obscure histories, to hold her close and lean into her neck and begin affectionately infodumping about the origins of the term "Anno Momoka". Then they shall put on an ancient recording of VOID, feed each other estrogen, and nod off till early evening as another blissfully wasted day rolls by.