You sit slumped against the vinyl booth of the karaoke room. You've paid for...how much time did you pay for? You don't remember, but don't worry. *I do.* Who am I? KOLLAGE, nascent.¹ How do I look? Close your eyes and imagine your dream girl. Around you, the room hums softly. Rain slaps against the windows, melting the neon lights into a blurry haze. The TV screen flickers, showing scanlined ads from decades ago. This isn't the newest karaoke joint on the block. Don't feel like...