It's the year 2108. I just turned 16. That means I can access the autopilot on my Aerokopa. So now, I can both fly and scope the Dat-X at the same time. But what good is that when I don't even have a date to my best friend's party of the century? Okay, well, one of the Holdouts offered to go with me . . . but there's NO WAY I'm going with one of them And then there are the Trollers docked at the quay. They're most likely spies working with the Aliens,...