Yeah! Some serious future shit! Well that's great, 'cause we can pawn a buncha the stuff we got, get some good cash for it. That'll take up less space, too. An' we can keep it in that lunchbox!
[All perfect ideas to him, but meanwhile he's zig-zagging between cars, around a bus, ignoring traffic lights entirely once they hit their first one and just zipping through the intersection when he sees a gap.
Apparently some cops noticed because they put their siren on, but there's no way they'll catch up with this many cars on the road that have no good way to move over. Sucks to be cops.
They pass a few remaining orchards, and then it's strip mall city on the outskirts of town. Cafes and auto shops and all kinds of suburban bullshit with their sleek futuristic signs - and hey, a taquerÃa, so at least this is some kind of decent civilization.
Following signs, he turns off the highway and heads for downtown, which means crossing the river again as well as railroad tracks. Then it's all old classy buildings, brick and bronze, right next to shiny new sleek things.]
That's better, outta that fuckin' traffic hell. That was just as bad as LA at peak hours, man, can't believe how many cars there are, I thought we were in fuckin' rural wine country. Hey, there's a barbecue place.
[He's looking for food. Barbecue for breakfast sounds kind of fun. But there are easily a dozen restaurants here, things he's never even heard of. Thai? Vietnamese? Right next to some actual breakfast nook that looks closed at this hour. Several bars, a couple burger places that look kind of high-end, a Middle Eastern shwarma place -]
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[All perfect ideas to him, but meanwhile he's zig-zagging between cars, around a bus, ignoring traffic lights entirely once they hit their first one and just zipping through the intersection when he sees a gap.
Apparently some cops noticed because they put their siren on, but there's no way they'll catch up with this many cars on the road that have no good way to move over. Sucks to be cops.
They pass a few remaining orchards, and then it's strip mall city on the outskirts of town. Cafes and auto shops and all kinds of suburban bullshit with their sleek futuristic signs - and hey, a taquerÃa, so at least this is some kind of decent civilization.
Following signs, he turns off the highway and heads for downtown, which means crossing the river again as well as railroad tracks. Then it's all old classy buildings, brick and bronze, right next to shiny new sleek things.]
That's better, outta that fuckin' traffic hell. That was just as bad as LA at peak hours, man, can't believe how many cars there are, I thought we were in fuckin' rural wine country. Hey, there's a barbecue place.
[He's looking for food. Barbecue for breakfast sounds kind of fun. But there are easily a dozen restaurants here, things he's never even heard of. Thai? Vietnamese? Right next to some actual breakfast nook that looks closed at this hour. Several bars, a couple burger places that look kind of high-end, a Middle Eastern shwarma place -]
Oh man, that smells good, whatever that is.