It is the year 2022. The earth is hot. The tundras are steamy and the oceans are boiled and the grasslands are buried in dust. The goblin elders assemble within a virtual meta verse to discuss the changing of the world. With acronyms and emojis and spreadsheets, our very contemporary kin reach consensus. They auction off their belongings, transfer out their fiat, empty out their fridges, and board the one way rocket to hyperspace, where a new, temperate season awaits. Pixelized, these goblins have become.