The joke fell flat, and I crept my way to the exit. Scared shitless, but every fiber of my being told me to press my foot on that solid ground. See what all this is really about. At first glance, I saw three parked flying cruisers in the distance. Unlicensed, untagged, stolen most likely, none of that mattered. Whoever parked them are still here. Eventually, I'd meet the owners. Venturing out a little further, seeing more of the land put the nail in the coffin for me. Omni was right. There ...