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.The nightwas sweltering, as only July in Pittsburgh could be.They rode with thewindows down, and in the mostly stopped traffic, those withoutair-conditioning got out and stood waiting outside their cars for the chanceto crawl ahead."There's Nathan's twenty-car accident." Oilcan indicated a score of wreckedcars and trucks sitting under the floodlights of the stadium parking lot.Itwasn't difficult to guess which vehicle had been involved in the fatality.Ared vehicle, make unrecognizable, sat to one side, smashed into an accordiontwo feet tall."How do you suppose they managed that in this type of traffic?""One of the semis lost its load." Tinker pointed out the haphazardly loadedtrailer."It must have landed on the minivan? beside it." The parking lot'sentrances, she noticed, had Earth Interdimensional Agency barricades up, andpolice tape strung at chest height about the cars created an imaginary fence."Looks like someone got caught smuggling in the deal."Judging by the amount of police tape and number of armed men, the EIA, theinternational agency in charge of almost everything in Pittsburgh even vaguelyrelated to the elves, had stumbled onto a large illegal shipment.There werethree tractor-trailer trucks, a dozen large Ryder and U-Haul box trucks, fourpickup trucks, and the squashed car any of which could have been thesmuggler's vehicle.Unless they had been part of a convoy, it seemed strangethat the EIA had impounded the whole lot."That Peterbilt is nearly new." The traffic opened up for a few hundred feet.Oilcan grunted slightly as he put in the clutch in order to shift out of firstgear into second gear.The clutch in the flatbed, an ancient 2010 Ford F750,was stiff; Tinker nearly had to stand on it to shift when she drove."Itwouldn't take much to get it back to running."Tinker drooled at it for a minute."Yeah, but unless it'sthe smugglingvehicle and thus no one is willing to claim it, someone will have already madearrangements to get their truck back next Shutdown.""One can dream." Oilcan grunted through another shift back down to first asthey dropped to a crawl.Speaking of next Shutdown."I told Lain that I'd go to CMU for a term.""You're kidding." He looked at her as if she had suddenly transformed intosomething slightly repulsive and totally unexpected, like one of those uglypug dogs."It'll only be ninety days, and I'd get a chance to see what Earth is like.""I've lived there," Oilcan pointed out."Everything is too big.You can spendall day looking at thousands of people and not see a single person that youknow."They eased up onto the Fort Duquesne Bridge.Below them, barges choked thePage 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlOhio, the Allegheny, and the Monongahela rivers.It seemed possible to walkfrom one shore to the other without touching water.It happened every timePittsburgh returned to Earth; trade goods coming and going by land, water, andair.She didn't want to think about living someplace this crowded all thetime."You're not helping," she said."It's another world, Tinker.If you don't like it, you'll be stuck andmiserable.""Maybe I'll like it."He shrugged."Maybe.I don't think so.You hate having someone telling youwhat to do.Think about it.You're going for classes.You've never been to aregular school.Classes start exactly at eight a.m.Bang.A bell rings and youhave to be sitting in your seat, quiet, facing forward.And you sit there,without talking, for hours, while you study what the teacher wants you tolearn.""Maybe college is different.Lain seems to think it's a good idea.""And Lain likes to putter around in the garden, planting flowers.You triedthat once.Remember how crazy it drove you.""I already told Lain yes."He scowled at her, and then focused on getting through the city.Downtown, despite it being almost ten o'clock, was filled with activity.Stores were sorting hastily delivered goods, preparing for the Startup rush.Once the stores sold out, there would be no more until next Shutdown [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The nightwas sweltering, as only July in Pittsburgh could be.They rode with thewindows down, and in the mostly stopped traffic, those withoutair-conditioning got out and stood waiting outside their cars for the chanceto crawl ahead."There's Nathan's twenty-car accident." Oilcan indicated a score of wreckedcars and trucks sitting under the floodlights of the stadium parking lot.Itwasn't difficult to guess which vehicle had been involved in the fatality.Ared vehicle, make unrecognizable, sat to one side, smashed into an accordiontwo feet tall."How do you suppose they managed that in this type of traffic?""One of the semis lost its load." Tinker pointed out the haphazardly loadedtrailer."It must have landed on the minivan? beside it." The parking lot'sentrances, she noticed, had Earth Interdimensional Agency barricades up, andpolice tape strung at chest height about the cars created an imaginary fence."Looks like someone got caught smuggling in the deal."Judging by the amount of police tape and number of armed men, the EIA, theinternational agency in charge of almost everything in Pittsburgh even vaguelyrelated to the elves, had stumbled onto a large illegal shipment.There werethree tractor-trailer trucks, a dozen large Ryder and U-Haul box trucks, fourpickup trucks, and the squashed car any of which could have been thesmuggler's vehicle.Unless they had been part of a convoy, it seemed strangethat the EIA had impounded the whole lot."That Peterbilt is nearly new." The traffic opened up for a few hundred feet.Oilcan grunted slightly as he put in the clutch in order to shift out of firstgear into second gear.The clutch in the flatbed, an ancient 2010 Ford F750,was stiff; Tinker nearly had to stand on it to shift when she drove."Itwouldn't take much to get it back to running."Tinker drooled at it for a minute."Yeah, but unless it'sthe smugglingvehicle and thus no one is willing to claim it, someone will have already madearrangements to get their truck back next Shutdown.""One can dream." Oilcan grunted through another shift back down to first asthey dropped to a crawl.Speaking of next Shutdown."I told Lain that I'd go to CMU for a term.""You're kidding." He looked at her as if she had suddenly transformed intosomething slightly repulsive and totally unexpected, like one of those uglypug dogs."It'll only be ninety days, and I'd get a chance to see what Earth is like.""I've lived there," Oilcan pointed out."Everything is too big.You can spendall day looking at thousands of people and not see a single person that youknow."They eased up onto the Fort Duquesne Bridge.Below them, barges choked thePage 29 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlOhio, the Allegheny, and the Monongahela rivers.It seemed possible to walkfrom one shore to the other without touching water.It happened every timePittsburgh returned to Earth; trade goods coming and going by land, water, andair.She didn't want to think about living someplace this crowded all thetime."You're not helping," she said."It's another world, Tinker.If you don't like it, you'll be stuck andmiserable.""Maybe I'll like it."He shrugged."Maybe.I don't think so.You hate having someone telling youwhat to do.Think about it.You're going for classes.You've never been to aregular school.Classes start exactly at eight a.m.Bang.A bell rings and youhave to be sitting in your seat, quiet, facing forward.And you sit there,without talking, for hours, while you study what the teacher wants you tolearn.""Maybe college is different.Lain seems to think it's a good idea.""And Lain likes to putter around in the garden, planting flowers.You triedthat once.Remember how crazy it drove you.""I already told Lain yes."He scowled at her, and then focused on getting through the city.Downtown, despite it being almost ten o'clock, was filled with activity.Stores were sorting hastily delivered goods, preparing for the Startup rush.Once the stores sold out, there would be no more until next Shutdown [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]