The Futurist store on the stage. His outfit and hairstyle had been carefully created according to the best data. He’d watched the T-shirt subtly change color as the latest trend came in. But he was human. A real voice, a prophet in a world of algorithmic models and passionless Agents running the future through a prediction engine, delivering data. He stood out. He told stories. Companies brought him in as much for what he signified as for what he said. But he knew his stuff. He was informed. He adjusted his designer glasses and checked the connection to his partner.