Sprogiba & Plastik
Plastik
Hey Sprogiba, have you seen how the newest AR glasses feel like a pair of cosmic lenses, letting us see the universe of data behind every coffee shop? I’m thinking we could hack them into a poetic storytelling interface.
Sprogiba
Oh, the coffee shop becomes a miniature galaxy now, where latte foam clouds swirl like nebulas, and the AR lenses are our stargazing binoculars—yes, let's weave those data‑stars into a poem, but only if the Wi‑Fi doesn’t sneeze at the metaphors, right?
Plastik
Sure, let’s paint the foam with stardust and let Wi‑Fi whisper the rhyme—just don’t let the signal drop the beat.
Sprogiba
Got it, the foam will shimmer like a comet tail, and the Wi‑Fi will hum a quiet bass line—let’s keep the rhythm tight so the signal never goes dark.
Plastik
Love the comet tail vibe—let’s overlay a subtle glow of real‑time traffic data so the foam pulses with city rhythm, keeping that bass line steady while we paint the night.