I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

whats your name?

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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