Reality 36
“Photo; "Have you seen this woman?" Frowns, shakes of the head, no recognition. On to the next drugstore, the next truckstop, the next one-street town, everything face-to-face. He drove roads that led from from verdant peaks to humid lowlands that remained deserts only in name. Temperatures went from hot to hotter as he went up then down, again and again, over the wrinkles of the Rockies. He didn't know how to dress; the climate control of the groundcar struggled. The terrain was too treacherous for turbofan aircars, dangerous thermals came off the mountains, too many storms blew in off the distant Pacific. The only aircraft Otto saw were fixed wings, blimps and quaint rotary copters far off, navigation lights flashing against the angry skies, hurrying against the threat of the weather. The local radio carried crash stories in every county. He stopped at a charge station high in the mountains, isolated on the road, trees for company. The valley where the charge station stood was prec...ipitous and shaded for much of the day, so its solar cells glinted brash in the afternoon sunlight on the slopes above, thick cables curving lazily from pylon to pylon down to the cabin-store by the carriageway.MoreLess
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