The bloody future," Spider muttered. "What's it ever done for us? - K. A. Bedford

It was a hard thing to contemplate, even harder to accept, the inevitable tide of technological progress, which even as it created careers for some, also destroyed careers for others.

He swore, pissed off, trying to keep the past in the past instead of stinking up the present.

“What about your art?”...
“I gave it up.”
“Gave it up? How could you give it up?” He was shaken at the news. Molly no longer an artist? He didn’t know artists could even do that; he thought it was a lifetime thing, like a sentence.