At the end of the slip road was a gated cul-de-sac in which some of the survivors of the robotic revolution still plied their trades, the mechanics of vintage cars and the tool shops needed to fabricate new parts that are no longer available from the original manufacture’s. Trades that were in short supply and vital to the rich collector such as himself. James had been shrewd enough to spot this niche in the market, so he acquired this land and set up the Small Trades Federation which had turned out to be another one of his lucrative side lines, with the added bonus of affording him huge discounts for his own requirements and a rent free warehouse to which he was now heading.
The watchman stepped lively from the security hut at the sight of the Lamborghini, undid the heavy padlock and let
