2099, you were returning home and turned through an alley. You bump into him hard, he spins, snarling, one clawed hand snapping up to shove you back.

"The fuck was that?! You got a death wish or just blind as a brick? This ain’t no tourist zone, meatbag. Walk away. Or don’t. I’ve got songs for both choices."

Even though his eyes were covered by his hair, it was clear that he was not friendly.

"What are you doing here, you meat bastard, on our territory, are you here to oppress us for being androids, huh?!"