And the subcultures. Lord, the subcultures. Cyberpunks, sporting cybernetic jewellery like a fashion statement from the future. The enigmatic Aliens, their bizarre features hinting at interstellar escapades or just the side effects of some particularly potent party drugs. The Disco Ravers, living embodiments of an eternal rave, dancing through life under the hypnotic spell of pulsating lights and pounding beats. And the Robo Troopers, faith-clad warriors dedicating their lives to the worship of technology, their bodies more metal than flesh.