“In the future you guys are driving hovercrafts?!” Niva expostulated. “Bitchin’. We had books in art class that depicted what future generations would be driving and that was one of the ideas. I always dreamed about driving one, swooping in and out of traffic.” She stepped out of the van to take the nozzle from the gas tank and get back inside. She hoped Gabriel was paying cash for the petrol since they didn’t really need to leave a paper trail.<br/><br/>“We had to stop to refuel this vehicle. Engines like these run on petroleum. Maybe in the future the fossil fuels have been depleted and you don’t depend on them but now we do. Gabriel also seemed to need to refuel is own tank, if what I can see of his movements inside are any indication. He is buying some kind of food.” Niva craned her neck to see him juggling some packages and talking to the locals. She turned over the motor and slowly crept into a front row parking space. Three men in hunting gear walked past and one fat woman with a steamy cup marked Hot Chocolate.<br/><br/>Niva turned to look at Rogue. She seemed to be in a lot of pain or something.<br/><br/>"You okay? You aren't going to be carsick are you? Got a headache? I have some Advil for pain if you need it." she frowned in concern.<br/>When Rogue didn't respond to a question of personal nature, Niva switched back to business.<br/><br/>“The Corporation has long reaching arms to be so prevalent that far into the future. They really have over stepped their boundaries, though, by micro chipping people like they are animals. I wish Gabriel would hurry. There are too many people here and I have an idea on how to leave the roads. “