The year is 2097, BioWare makes another game. The protagonist still looks like they style their hair with crazy glue, and so do the other 648589 NPCs with the same hairstyle.
The trees, however, strut down runways. Space and distant starts emit heat through TV/PC screens. VR Romances now available. Intimacy still remains awkward and fades to black.
Hair still looks like glue. The protagonist continues to violently chug their alcoholic beverage before slamming the glass down onto the table, and shaking their head violently. Afterwards, they vaguely jerk their whole hand in the direction behind them. “I should go,” they say, and walk away with their legs widely apart. Their conversation partner rubs the back of their neck awkwardly.