The waiter delivered two more green drinks to the men and then gestured towards a bald man in a ragged sweater with his head in his hands, shooting up what looked like a latte. Tab narrated, "They've just been bought drinks from the best mind in cybernetics." The men called to him mid-injection, raising their drinks. He smiled politely.
  "And when will the future happen?"
  "Now. It's always at the end of 'now,'" Tab traced circles on his napkin.
  As the two men carried their drinks towards the bald man, he cleaning his arm with a cotton ball, Tab turned his attention back towards the street.