Part 4
Elected Hurricane Stage 4. ETA 6 Hours.
The shuttle driver had eventually had to complain in order to get them off the bus.
By the time the bus emptied Kate's blonde hair was braided. One massive braid at the back with mini cornrows at the side.
It reminded of her of Vikings. It was actually kind of epic, old people smell included. At least she'd somehow managed to get something cool out of it.
The hair was awesome. Genuinely awesome, and for a moment, she was a super star. Even Griff couldn't take in all that oldie love.
But time was up and she was out in the open again, walking with the entire profession of people entering a large angled structure Where they all had designated rooms.
The building was triangular, very much like the head of a tank. Technically a square but angled up to the top into a triangle like a pyramid, all black except for the shiny tip. It looked like some unseen god had found a diamond the size of a duplex and rested it there. It reminded her of a fancy paper weight, but the whole thing was still only, maybe three floors? How it could hold a million people? She did not know.
Hundreds upon hundreds of people were already inside. Which, funny enough, didn't feel like a lot. Then she stepped inside. The ground level was so wide! Solid walls painted a dull unreflective white, just like the school, those passages before could easily fit drag racing trucks.
Dull walls peppered with motivational city notices, every now and then a few crystal display screens Would flash out notices, advertisements upon advertisements that would assault the cybernetic ear. For kids, just silent flashing lights.
As they walked the ceiling flashed a light down and a holographic image of the governor appeared. It followed them down an ever-flowing slope into a world that kept widening, the hologram spoke the whole way, the governor was a man, he wore a pure white navy general's uniform, a sword in hand, using it as a walking stick. There was discoloration on his neck, likely a battle scar. The hardness of his gait, his stature, his eyes, made her want to do something, anything that would keep her on his good side.
Run in circles, sweep, or, as mother would say, smack dirt around. The towering fierceness so intense, it was like the man was just behind her, yelling for her to do a bunch of nonsense.
And then they hit the lower floor where a city awaited them.