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If I was still in California, I'd be very tempted to get right in the face of devout computer touchers that still worship King Bazinga and laugh obnoxiously loud in their face in a way that might provoke a fistfight.
That's how I feel right now. For some reason, this many layers of blantant lies with no consequences and credulous techbros still buying into it sort of entertains me but also pisses me off enough that throwing hands, just once, might feel good.
You drug the bartender controller asleep, then take control of his rig and make the mechanical bartender do something very cool
I was thinking taking control of the loservan and then running over would be more spectacular.