“You asked a question,” Tag replied. “This is your answer. You could also walk to your destination. It would take approximately six Earth hours.”
Craig looked at me. I looked at him. “We’ll work it out when we get to the terminal,” he said.
I nodded as we made our way to the southwest corner of the block. We hopped on the sidewalk. Whoosh, we were underway. “Underground transport,” I said. The sidewalk kept moving, so we must’ve been headed in the right direction.
We passed houses, as before, but they began to thin out, replaced by small buildings, all made of various metals. There was no wood, no brick. Everything gleamed in the moonlight—or, as was the case, moonslight. I gazed up and around and over and down. All was new to me, but with a feeling of familiarity. A wall was a wall, a
