She remembered the times she spent with her mom and dad on the road in the desert, rock ’n’ roll music blaring and mountains in the distance that rose up big and tall and made her feel small.
How long had it been since she stopped to experience nature? Not since her parents died.
Fucking memories.
A bitter knob bulged in her throat and she swallowed it down, resisting tears.
She hated memories. She had seen older badlanders held captive by memories. Always daydreaming about how things used to be before the singularity. That kind of thinking never got them anywhere but killed. Sure, life sucked, and sure, things used to be better. But if you didn’t keep moving forward, you were as good as dead.
Yet here she was, thinking about the past. This wasn’t the time to be weak. She had been in
