[ MP ] Newbop by Caravan Palace .

August 19th, 2275. 
 
 Another beautiful day in Aurora, Mars. 
 
 I checked to make sure that my cruiser was locked, and started making my way to the bar. Or at least a source of alcohol. Mining was tiring, and nothing relaxed the muscles more than good ol' earth-brewed lager. 
 
 `` Mornin', Jeff.'' I turned to face the owner of the voice, Jack Duster. 
 
 `` Mornin', Dusty. How's life?'' 
 
 `` Not much, got off of'troll a while back.'' 
 
 `` How's the border?'' 
 
 `` Alright, the bugs are getting anxious again, but it did n't seem like there was too much to it.'' 
 
 `` The bugs usually are right, are n't they?'' 
 
 `` I did n't see any storm comin', so I think we're fine.'' 
 
 `` If you say so.'' I moved past him, and entered Tyler's, the finest alcohol-dealing establishment this side of the god damn morgue. 
 
 But hey, it's cheap, who am I to complain? 
 
 Pushing open the doors, I made my way to the bar, swinging a leg over one of the stools, tapping the table with my knuckles twice. 
 
 Tyler made his appearance in front of me, customary cigar, towel, and overly-cleaned glass at the ready. 
 
 `` Usual?'' 
 
 `` Thanks.'' 
 
 I looked back out among the visitors today. Miners,'Trolls, and other varieties of Mars low-life. 
 
 The Future, indeed. 
 
 Tyler put down a heavily watered beer down in front of me, and I passed him a coin. While they were n't officially money, according to the Credit and Finance Union, very few people actually could get an account, whereas coins could be found here and there by even kids. So, Mars made do, just as it usually did. 
 
 `` You heard about Marc?'' 
 
 `` What happened?'' 
 
 `` Disappeared while on'troll. That's two in the last week. I think that there are still some rebels out there.'' 
 
 I chuckled, `` the'rebels' are little more than animals now, Ty. Shit, even if they managed to get Marc and Tony, what the fuck are they going to do with them?'Recruit' them? Why? The E-generators do n't work outside of Aurora or any of the other cities.'' 
 
 `` Well, still, something happened to them.'' 
 
 `` They'll be fine. They're big boys, they've got the tools they need.'' 
 
 I gulped down the beer, glad for the relief of the ache in my arms, and made my way back outside again. Jack nodded to me, and I nodded back as I made my way over to the cruiser. 
 
 *I like the music, and the story. I'll see if I can continue it.
