FUTURE_exclamation_point"I'm telling you, Frank - things were so much better under the alien Overlords." Wilco grumbles, slamming his cyberbeer on the holo-bar. Frank keeps wiping the inside of a glass with an atomic dishrag, but Wilco continues."Back in the old days, people stayed in line, and God help 'em if they didn't! Not like these kids today with their hover-piercings and nanotattoos. In my time, we got tattoos on the outside of our bodies, where the ladies could see 'um! Tattooing your pancreas, what's the sense in that?""X-ray parties." Mumbles a drunk before collapsing back into stupified silence."Hmph. X-ray parties, hmph." Wilco sneers. He moves his lips toward the proximity sensors of his glass, and the cyber-beer leaps up into his mouth. He strokes his fiber-optic mustache thoughtfully. "Used to be, you had to be married before you could see someone's endocrine system.""Bones." The drunk mumbles, his head still lolling on the holo-bar. "Heh. Boner."Wilco ignores him. "It used to be special.