Eventually the car stopped, gliding smoothly to a halt, the doors opening.
Mira was the last one out and joined the others standing in a line, staring at an unlit nondescript three story building. Clutching her purse, she checked the street in both directions, finding only other deserted industrial structures. She took comfort from the endless stream of groundcars pulling up, their excited passengers spilling out to join Mira’s group.
The conductor stepped onto a platform and leaned close to the crowd. “Inside these doors, we’ve arranged a special concert, by a band who swore they’d never reunite. Who do you suppose we’ve assembled for your pleasure tonight?”
People called out names until finally he stabbed his finger at a girl and said, “Yes, the Hyperdrive Hive! We’ve assembled them j
