I braked. The Junker Jane hissed to a stop twenty feet short of her. The coolant tanks sloshed gently in the back.
I liked it for exactly those reasons.
She walked to my window. I rolled it down a crack. poly track 6x
Track 6x began to narrow. The amber lights grew sparser. I killed the autopilot and took manual control, feeling the poly track's subtle warp through the steering column. The rain started—not a clean rain, but the greasy, chemical drizzle that fell in this part of the city. It beaded on the windshield like tiny oil slicks. I braked
Standing at the edge of the track, right where the old switchyard split into three rusted spurs. A woman, young, wearing a soaked lab coat over something that might have been a dress. No umbrella. No bag. Just standing there, one hand raised, palm out. I liked it for exactly those reasons