hotel raze the man pushing a room service cart through the halls of this hotel isn't a man at all. he's a hologram. random. that's his name. he's designed to offer food and useful information. he has nothing much to say to me. i follow him into the kitchen of the suite i'm staying in. "if you're domed in and creating sunlight, this is easy," he says. i'd shake him by the shoulders and ask him what the hell he means, but my fingers would only close around dust too fine to be felt. 240429 what's it to you? who go blather from