I paid coin for a glass of the stuff and chose a seat near the door with my back to the concrete wall. As I stirred the drink with its straw, I used my cyberear’s amplification system to listen in on the conversations of those around me, paying particular attention to the quietest voices. They seemed to be talking about the usual ganger topics: scoring drugs, joyriding in boosted cars, and sex. Some things just don’t change from one sprawl to the next.