The jazz cup of the Sonic franchise.
Playful, tasteful, goofy, colorful, careless. An absolute clown.
Taken for granted and thrown into the dump behind a Michigan ice cream shack.
A juxtaposition of visions —
Utopian ideas of the future; futurism, sick beats, cybernetics
A commodified carnivalia of bodies; gamified cloning, appropriated souls within robotics.
Created in an era where the future of blue hogs was unknown.
A roulette wheel spins, a destination is reached.
Speed loses focus, the thrill of playing with inertia.
A new framework for us to consider Sonic.
Vector grins at you with a big thumbs up.