The city drifts by, the images of brilliance and squalor passing in dazzling array, as hazy day turns to neon soaked night. So much life. He glances into the mirror at his passenger again, and she seems barely aware of what's passing around them both, talking on her Progia, or fussing with this and that distractedly, always this simmer of anger or maybe fear about her. This could have been an ace trip, she can't even see what's in front of her, he thinks.
Finally he alights at her destination. She pulls herself from her self-absorption just long enough to extricate herself from the AV, hurrying off. He calls out, 'You forgot something!' She turns back warily, and he leans out the window to hold out the small forgotten keepsake to her.
She takes it from him with something like confusion, either not understanding the gesture or not wanting to. She is there for some time, a silhouette in the gloom that descends, lost in thought, before looking up. He is gone. She frowns, shaking her head: Whatever thanks or apology or otherwise she might've offered is now too late, and empty. She merges into the crush of the flowing pedestrian arteries and is gone. Far above the AV roars through the falling darkness, another passenger, another trip, another story.
The city drifts by, the images of brilliance and squalor passing in dazzling array, as hazy day turns to neon soaked night. So much life. He glances into the mirror at his passenger again, and she seems barely aware of what's passing around them both, talking on her Progia, or fussing with this and that distractedly, always this simmer of anger or maybe fear about her. This could have been an ace trip, she can't even see what's in front of her, he thinks.
Finally he alights at her destination. She pulls herself from her self-absorption just long enough to extricate herself from the AV, hurrying off. He calls out, 'You forgot something!' She turns back warily, and he leans out the window to hold out the small forgotten keepsake to her.
She takes it from him with something like confusion, either not understanding the gesture or not wanting to. She is there for some time, a silhouette in the gloom that descends, lost in thought, before looking up. He is gone. She frowns, shaking her head: Whatever thanks or apology or otherwise she might've offered is now too late, and empty. She merges into the crush of the flowing pedestrian arteries and is gone. Far above the AV roars through the falling darkness, another passenger, another trip, another story.
Would be great for pandering for better tips, paydata collection, or casual banter.
Would be great for pandering for better tips, paydata collection, or casual banter.
