December 21, 1373
Tully laughs and floors it so that they get the opening in traffic before it disappears. "Thanks, Robot!"
"A robot with road rage," observes Vardui.
"I like it!" says Wang. "Gets my testosterone flowing! Ummm...how about it, Darian?"
"How about what?" asks Darian, warily.
"Sheesh!" says Wang. "If you don't know then forget it!"
Darian shrugs. "Fine by me."
You creep forward in the bumper-to-bumper traffic, moving at slightly faster than the walking pace you maintained earlier.
Tully says, "Anyone care for some drive through or something? We should be there in an hour or so, I would guess."
"Dare we eat anything out of a drive-through in this place?" asks Vardui.
"THERE IS A DRIVE-THROUGH LUBE SHOP," says the robot, pointing. "I COULD USE AN OIL CHANGE."
Lo yawns involuntarily, and so does Wang. You realise that it has been
a long day...starting in a distant orbit around Rigel and ending up
here in the abyss. The light here is as bright and harsh as ever, but
your bodies are telling you that it is time to rest.
Next
day...