Chapter 41
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On the Texas Panhandle, you can see your own future. The land is flat, so flat you can see the hours of driving stretched out ahead of you in every detail. There are no surprises when you’re crossing the Panhandle, only items on a long, long checklist – that dried-out stream bed you saw coming up an hour ago, that slight rise in the road you’ve been approaching all day. I was staring out the window, watching the empty lands roll by us slowly. Jesse Spindrift was driving, assigned to keep an eye on me by the increasingly distrustful Vitalius Kohl. We had nothing to say to each other, so we weren’t talking. He drove, I stared out the window. That was all.
The special reward Quod Glasses headsets had already gone out to the early adopters, the people who had given money
