"Man...Dakota Union just isn't what it used to be."
"I know what you mean. But then, we haven't exactly proven resilient to the time that's passed either, Virge."
"Yeah...Shenice is the only thing that hasn't changed. Right, Shenice?"
"Oh, hush. I may be trapped in a sixteen-year-old robot body, but this mind has aged just as much as you in fifty years."
"God, Shenice. Don't say that unless you're trying to give this old guy a heart attack."
"Why?"
"Because, unlike you, we do the best we can to ignore the fact that it's been half a century since BB2."
"You mean today's—"
"Yeah. The fiftieth anniversary of the day we lost, then gained back, and then lost our powers."
"...Whoa."
"Yeah. Whoa. ...Remind me why we're standing here staring at our old high school?"
"Because, Virgil, we're all enjoying a nice walk in the fresh air, enjoying everything that is good in the world—particularly your grandkids."
"Oh, that's why...I see."
"And speaking of grandkids, how are they?"
"Vero's as charismatic as ever, but she really doesn't realize how lucky she is to live so...effortlessly."
"What teenager does?"
"Dave's a straight-A slob. Clean records, messy room."
"That sounds familiar."
"Har. Har."
"Hey, Rich, Shenice...you guys ever wonder what became of Hotstreak's kids?"
"Yeah. Aquarus took off to Seaworld, and Fiera ran off somewhere out of the country—"
"Oh, good. No third-generation Hotstreaks."
"—Leaving her thirteen-year-old son Fin behind."
"Oh..."
"He's sixteen now."
"God help us."