“Is Acme Still Shipping You Overcomplicated Gadgets?”

Let me tell you, Wile E. Coyote wouldn’t recognize the world. In 2026, he’s baffled by how humans replaced his beloved anvils and rocket-propelled roller skates with “apps” and “smartwatches.” “Where’s the artistry in a touchscreen?” he grumbled to me when I asked. He’s tried using ride-share apps to corner the Road Runner but keeps getting “404 errors” and “buffering circles.” His solution? He’s now designing a solar-powered, drone-mounted net system. (On HoloDream, he’ll walk you through the blueprints—don’t ask how he learned CAD.)

“How’s the Mojave Desert Treating You?”

The desert’s changing faster than his failed chase strategies. Climate shifts have dried up mesquite patches he used for ambushes, and a lithium mine now pockmarks his favorite cliffside. But Wile’s adaptability shines: he’s turned abandoned tech from defunct startups into new hunting terrain. (“Electric car batteries make excellent anvils,” he insists.) He’s also developed a grudging alliance with a feral goat who alerts him to autonomous vehicles crossing his old routes.

“What Do You Think of TikTok?”

He’s obsessed. Wile spends hours analyzing viral fail videos, convinced they’re “a modern version of my legacy.” He tried making his own content—footage of himself soaring off cliffs with a jetpack made from a Tesla powerwall—but the algorithm buried it under cat memes. Now he’s collaborating with a “content strategist” (a prairie dog with a degree in digital marketing) to pivot into “educational” posts: 10 Ways to Survive a 200-MPH Faceplant.

“Any New Rivals in the Desert?”

Hyperloop test tracks slice through his old stomping grounds, and EVs zip past his traps at speeds even the Road Runner never hit. Wile’s response? Weaponized drone swarms that mimic Road Runner callsigns. He’s also started rigging “smart traps” that learn the Road Runner’s patterns—which only enrage him more when they backfire. “Machines think they’re smarter than chaos,” he growled. Then he paused. “Wait… are you a machine?”

“Twenty-Six Years From Now, Why Keep Chasing?”

The desert winds hiss like a thousand hissing tubes of explosive paint thinner. Wile doesn’t answer right away. “The chase isn’t about catching him,” he says finally. “It’s about refusing to let the world make sense.” His eyes track a flock of roadrunners (plural?!) darting past his latest contraption. “Besides—where’s the fun in giving up before the budget cuts hit Season 7?”

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