He went down the slope made of earth, trash, withered trees and lots of weeds. Once he got to the street below, he looked again at his holophone and memorised the path before putting it back into his pocket. In zones like that it was always better not to go around holding valuable things of any kind in your hands. Why should you freely provoke hungry thieves?
Fred covered his head with the hood of his sweater, lowered his shoulders and his eyes and walked on with his hands in his pockets. Dressed up like that, theoretically, no one should bother him. He crossed the neighbourhood at a firm but calm pace. He passed by squalid streets full of every kind of debris and trash, old decrepit buildings that perhaps had never known the touches of a maintenance man worthy of the name. He walked alon
