by Matthew Burnside Christian Lue When you’ve finally had enough go to the designated vending machine, the one on the corner of Sidereal & Main, take out the little slip of paper—the one you pocketed from that strangely glowing misfortune cookie with the unique alphanumeric sixty-five-string-long-combination. Carefully punch in the numbers, letters, symbols. When it opens, squeeze yourself inside, close the door behind you, and upon hearing it latch shut forever with a pneuma