As Joy maneuvered the truck past the dilapidated city limits, Aurora came up to the control platform. Judging by the distance she was to the control panel, she was certainly not wanting to risk making the truck a great ball of fire that would easily win against the setting sun's dimming brightness. She was not here to push buttons, but to relay the destination to Joy. "Probably," she said to the handler. "No doubt those hoodlums will have stolen thermal recognition systems. I'll have to get the engines to run cooler than usual. I also don't want to wake up the fresh powder in these mountains." Surely, traveling through Old Appalachia will cause them to encounter rough, even slippery roads. Going slow will have to be the best in that kind of terrain.<br/><br/>Running cooler meant that most of the light in the truck will have to be dimmed and most of the trivial holoscreens will have to be stowed to save power and fuel. Joy hoped nobody will trip over anything in the low light. It was like having a computer run with only one or two tabs open on the browsers, for any more with make it run slower, or in this case with the truck, run hotter. New Amsterdam was just past these mountains, so tonight's trip would be a tricky one to manage. If the truck managed to stay intact, they would be in New Amsterdam in the early morning.