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Fellow Cabbie
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"Is grheat fun, kind ouf, taxi utopia. Lots of customerhs, fat tips." - Fat lies, masking some hidden truth?
"Laborh lotterhy may seem strhange, oui, but its parht of clockworhk economy." - He believes it, but is it so?
"We got rhid of managerhs and rheplaced them with dice, and look at union now..." - There is a hint of bitterness in his voice.
He seemed to be enjoying the conversation, a smile building up his face. His mouth was like a chimney stack, puffing out circles of smoke every time he said "O".
"How loong, how loong... all my life, as fa' I can rhememberh."
"Why? Why why? Oh, you mean spin job forh rhest of life? Mais non. You can get new job, but lots of paperhworhk, then you can spin again. But taxi good job. Stay. Hop in si bakk, I'll show you le rhopes."
Sahara -166449
Occupation: Taxi operator, Taxi Union Zone Petit Terminus, Palais Cloqbern, (Grey)
Address: 03-03 Palais-Cloqbern, rue d'Alambert, Hotel-l'infini, floor Q', room x
A-bahn Express permit
U-Bahn Pass
S-Bahn Pass
Sahara hesitated. The man was offering help, but he wasn't straightforward, wasn't honest. But he hadn't asked her questions about why she was here, where she'd come from, why she had a statue in a glass case. That, at least, had to account for something.
Against her better judgment, she said, "Alright. I can do that. Not sure when they'll expect me to start working." She shrugged and climbed into the cab beside him. It was an awkward maneuver thanks to the statue, but she wasn't going to set it down for even an instant. She couldn't part with it, not yet. There was something she had to do with it first.
The cab was rife with the odor of smoke that burned Sahara's nostrils. She suppressed a cough so as not to be rude to this man, but in truth she could not stand the potent stench. Her eyes watered and her throat tingled. She came from an area in which smoking was unheard of, but once in a long while a city dweller would wander into her father's shop with a pipe clutched between yellowed teeth. Her father would berate the outsider for smoking in his premises, and he'd be asked to leave until the smoke sputtered out. Smokers were rarer than those who came in asking where the bar was, unaware that Gharan was a dry village, but they were just as if not more disruptive. Drinkers, at least, could keep to themselves.
Still, Sahara forced a half smile as the man started talking. After she answered his question about her familiarity with cabs--no, she'd never driven one or seen a vehicle with wheels like this until today--she mused, "You never told me your name. Who are you?"
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Action: Attempt to make small talk with the cab driver and learn how to drive said cab.
Fellow Cabbie
The cab took off, heading for the highway. They passed a handful of neon signs.
World's best coffee - Instant coffee? Made synthetically? What a joke...
7 star service. - In a dingy little restaurant?
"No, I have no childrhen. Why would I want childrhen? They are noisy and peterh you all day." - Another lie, perpetrated by the man behind the wheels. - "You drhove beforhe? No?"
" Merde. "
They were about to enter the A-bahn system, when the driver pulled the handbrakes and made a sudden and quite dangerous drifting U-turn. It was also very cool.
He drove the cab to one of the many ports lining the coast, it took only a minute or so to find an entrance.
"I'll show you, herhe in containerpark.
He stopped the car near a large opening and offered his seat to Sahara.
"Sis is gas. Sat is brheak. Wheels go left rhight."
"Sis like walking on si cake."
"You can use sat to honk if some asshoule cuts in frhont of you."
"If you see rhed light you have to stop carh."
"You not colorhblind, eh?"
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Attempt to drive car?