He casually picked up a skewer and ate it with relish. The taste of this artificial meat seemed much more authentic than the stuff back home, and even closer to real chicken meat.
He finished a skewer in a couple of bites, then looked up at the vendor with a bandana wrapped around his head. The vendor was happily tending to the various skewers on the grill, showing no signs of the pressure of life and work.
"Night City, it's different from before."
He asked the stall owner for a beer and ate it with the skewers.
The vendor, looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, curiously asked,
"Have you been to Night City before, sir?"
"Hmm, I stayed for a while decades ago; back then, the Huangban Tower hadn't even fallen yet."
"You must be joking, sir. Huangban Tower is still standing just fine, isn't it?"
"Heh."
The man chuckled but didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked,
