The neon lights of the punk bar illuminated the vibrant punk fashions of the patrons inside. T-shirts, leather jackets, Dr. Martens boots, brightly colored hair, and spiked mohawks filled the room. The air was thick with the sound of grinding guitars and the smell of cigarettes and sweat. Amelia, a punk rocker with a cybernetic arm and bright pink hair, sat alone at the bar, nursing a whiskey. She scanned the room, her ey...