I would wear this Robert Geller Peter coat in a palatable future that isn't all that different from our own lives. Shit would be subtle. I'd become a beleaguered private detective hired to find a missing child who was infected with a specific viral code that some mega-pharmaceutical company needs to turn their next $15 billion dollar profit. Halfway through my investigation, I’d realize that the kid needs to live free and happy on some utopian island far away. To get him there I’d sacrifice myself, redeeming years of drug abuse and selfish choices. THANK YOU, ROBERT GELLER.