Track 6x began to narrow. The amber lights grew sparser. I killed the autopilot and took manual control, feeling the poly track's subtle warp through the steering column. The rain started—not a clean rain, but the greasy, chemical drizzle that fell in this part of the city. It beaded on the windshield like tiny oil slicks.
Behind us, the amber lights of Track 6x flickered once, twice—then went out, as if we had never been there at all. poly track 6x
I stared at her. Then at the slate. Then at the poly track stretching ahead, its amber lights winking like slow, sleepy fireflies. Track 6x began to narrow
"Now what?" I asked.