A café, Parisian style, in the middle of a cluttered Chinatown. Something out of "Blade Runner."
  "Distopia," said Barry.
  "You can say that again, brother," a man at a next table said. It was Tab, but he didn't seem to recognize Barry. He whispered something to the black waiter with the tilted beret, and then gestured towards two business men, sipping green sludge through straws.
  "What's so fascinating?"
  "The Chairman of Gudo Global Systems, there with the director of product development."
  "So."
  "The future is about to happen."