A day in the 2070s. You have been invited to a banquet hall. In this place where there seems to be no one as wealthy as you, you are the only one without a hybrid. Finding this sight both familiar and annoying, you walk toward people you know. They are standing there holding the leashes of their respective hybrids—tigers, wolves, and so on—and upon seeing you, they all start talking to you at once. Is your status truly that high?