Twice the fish had stayed in on hands he had no right to be in on and twice he'd got lucky. The first with a gutshot straight that had cracked Moore's...three of a kind and then with an outrageous runner runner flush that had smashed Moore's aces. He could see the fish was thinking he had done it again with another completed straight as the other man pushed a big stack of chips into the middle.Not this time, Jose, Moore thought, coming back over the top.The other man gawped like the fish he was. "Oh my God! Dee Dee, do you think we can talk about this another time?"I said, "Oh, yes. I think we are going to have to. Let's go eat and find out if Andrew is one of us."Andrew said, "Just who is 'us'?"Donnie said, "Why, the next generation, of course. Let's go."Andrew's Story'The next generation'; what the heck is that supposed to mean? These girls play their little word games, wanting to see how I respond. They bait me just for the fun of it. I'll play. I don't mind playing their games. But. The new 'Wish Help Organiser and Relaxation Extention' did have a horrible acronym, but the idea was pretty neat. The concept was rather easy to understand. It was a simple little app that people would have on their phones. It would scan meta-data during your everyday activity and then use all manner of personal data combined with the data collected to make a prediction for your day. While it was only once per day, the app was able to make incredibly precise predictions, since it knew also. Like I said, it wasweird.I finished my drink and then hit the dance floor. I had never been adancer before, but the sound of the beat was hitting a nerve in me. Igot out there and slowly started grinding to the rhythm. I looked asfoolish as most I'm sure, but it was fun. Now I know why women likedthis so much. I danced for the next three songs and then went back tothe bar and had another drink. Another woman sat down at the stool nextto me and complimented me on my outfit. I thanked her.