The future is weird. Bring a drink.

An influencer lets the internet puppet his brand-new cyber-limbs.

Door-to-door sales-things arrive with a television that watches you.

Two YouTubers livestream a dinosaur attack—for the clout, of course.

Welcome to a dive bar at the edge of the multiverse, where every cocktail is spiked with existential dread. In these darkly satirical shorts, Leo X. Robertson skewers the absurdity of modern life through warped futures that feel unsettlingly familiar. Identity, surveillance, grief, pleasure—even the apocalypse—collapse into each other, often in the same paragraph.

These are the dreams of the doomed and the coping mechanisms of the barely functional—but also the love stories and inside jokes that bubble up as the world glitches around us. So if you’ve ever wanted to simulate the rest of your life as someone else, or found comfort in a soothing blue screen of death, pull up a barstool . . . The last round of reality is on the house.

Leo X.Robertson