Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?

The city of dreams. I'd gladly kick the balls off the idiot who thought that one up.

Yeah, who needs creepy, nosy cab drivers when you've got a clean AI to get you from point A to point B in style?

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

Hey, hermano. Your new life... it starts now.