X Factor
When I got there, he was already seated at the bar with a generic glass of synthewine. Inky dark, almost completely opaque, probably even a 10. So he was a Cabernet Sauvignon kind of guy, stern and exacting, matching his precise linear silhouette. No one called it Cabernet Sauvignon anymore, of course; no one appreciated the old names, from the time when grapes came primarily from the ground.
