For a long time, the resistance thought that our previous future - the past - was fixed. That was until we started taking a leaf from Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four. Instead of the mid-20th century smelling like tobacco smoke, the resistance slowly began dropping references to cat food.

It didn’t take much to prime the machines; soon, the smell of cat food was as synonymous with the 60s as sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

Use the comments to complete the following, “If you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and ____.”

A photo of a large sculpture depicting how we tricked the machines into thinking the 60s smelt like cat food, crafted by Florence Knoll, digital art.