Wasteland – The Interview – 2

Wasteland – The Interview – 2

At this point I must admit: I don’t really know what to do. The room is empty and he’s gone. Do I just leave? I suppose he has the ability to find me if he needs to— a concept I find simultaneously reassuring, and chilling. Almost overwhelmed by excitement at landing...
Wasteland – The Interview

Wasteland – The Interview

As my sled races along the clattering track I intermittently pass through new underground zones, locations with enough light by which to see as I cross through them. I don’t repeat the mistake of slowing down— no need to reduce speed to know these landings are...
Wasteland – Downtown part 3

Wasteland – Downtown part 3

As I race through total darkness I find myself trying to estimate my speed. The sensation of movement roughly correlates to a similar velocity as that of the old above-ground trains, back before they all got shut down or blown up by the BOLO. It didn’t take many...
Wasteland – Downtown Part 2

Wasteland – Downtown Part 2

He nods and gestures for me to follow. Together we crawl the short distance into a small chamber about 6’ feet square, with a low ceiling— 5’ tall at the most. It’s a mess of old newspapers, empty bottles, and assorted trash. The walls are adorned with clippings from...
Downtown, Part 1

Downtown, Part 1

I suppose it’s not technically accurate to blithely say “I’m off downtown” in the same casual way people formerly used that phrase. There was a time when I could walk a few blocks to a subway station, pay what I grumblingly considered “way too much money for a...