badlands
the badlands afford some relief; my pursuers have no authority to follow me through dakota�at best they can hire some bounty hunters from this region, and most of those local mercenaries would love to get their claws into a genuine manattanvillager...most of them are aged and weak, however, veterans from the united states final war against pan arabia...breaking them should prove no problem, but it as i am transgressing no laws in dakota, it would be prudent to stay in plain sight, in the towns, where none will make a move against me...i seek a companion for providing escort services, and enter a sapp bros outside vermillion, where i find a pair of fetching lasses fueling the tank of a nipponese motor vehicle...at the sandwich counter i confront one of them and offer payment for a ride and possibly more�while negotiating the other appears and takes her friend by the arm to lead her out; i follow to the vehicle and insinuate myself into the open door, at which point the cockblocker screams at me..now i realize that she is a clone or pod sent by the pineys, alerting the hunters to my presence, i break my lightning staff across her shoulder; she collapses and i push the other aside so that i may take over operation of the vehicle; we crash over the curbs and medians to enter the highway, and the lass screams and demands that she be let out of the car..i remind her that she agreed to take me as far as rapid city and also i am not stopping now that the manhunters have located me and golems from the hosts of the midwest are loose in dakota...we travel the autobahn for hours without stopping...this lass wastes her time weeping, though she is not the one to be hurt in this fiasco..i have been led from my home with the hope of seeing grand new experiments in life and society across the continent, but instead i find only regression and craven opportunism, people like ahouston see only a chance to wipe the slate clean so that people will have the need to consume more products, to ahouston revolution is about changing to any lifestyle which requires purchasing a new outfit, and yet here i am in the badlands risking my life to inform these blind fucks about what we have accomplished in manhattanville, but i am met with only ire and violence from the inhabs and spurned by the ladies i cross, these barbaric simpletons don't deserve the likes on manhattanville, and this world is not worth living in without it..lunch counter in winner: angry man tells me of wood runners (take lumber across the border from canada), if i cross the northern dakota border, will find a stop in ashley, where passage north might be bargained. agree to head to pierre, wait in motor lodge on n.side for word about travel to border...find specified lodge and secure room, offer to let vermillion lass stay as well, she declines and takes her vehicle..hide fragment of lightning staff in radiator whilst will head for town square in search for black russians or bbq tempeh.
