It's a wretched existence in the Tomorrowland universe. Regret, longing for glory days, self-denial. It's all a pity party and we're here on the edge watching in, feasting on the marrow.
Diluvian revelations never stop when it comes to the overreach of the NSA. Every week sheds a little more light on how far warrantless wiretapping and communication logging can help us make money, or absolve us of not breaking into a bank.
Worlds traded with two of the nicest people in the world. They happen to be in the same band. Edited only for consistency of style.