"Funny, I would have guessed you for a Technocrat." The cold chrome eyes regarded him for a long moment before Olivetti said, "You’ve been hanging with the hoodoo squad too long. I’ve been a registered Techno Republic policlubber since the beginning back in ’32." Olivetti tapped finger to eyeball; metal clicked against metal. "Chrome covers the future. Be plated or belated, your choice. The future’s already begun."