“A Century ago on the low hills along the border between the southern states and turbulent Mexico... turbulent Me-me...”<br/><br/>An hour ago, in the rebuilt remains of an old Vid-complex, the day's selection of old Pre-Rifts video discs were brought out of storage. The big draw discs were inspected for flaws, and if necessary repaired to the limits of the workers' abilities. The medium draw discs were inspected, and if damaged, tickets were sold with a partial refund. Traveling shows could afford to screw over viewers, stationary shows didn't want to do that.<br/><br/>And some of the less popular shows sold their tickets cheap, but with no guarantee that the entire show would be shown. This particular show was sold without a guarantee, one of the three copies shown in a goodbye run. Well, goodbye until a year or two had passed, or somebody paid enough for a private showing.<br/><br/>In which case one of the good disks would be brought out, and not this damaged one that skipped at the trailer.<br/><br/>Bells were rung, calling out the begins of a shift change, as the sun beat down overhead on the NCR city. Some claimed that in the Pre-Rifts days it was called Dinuba, others Visalia. Most people just called it the NCR Main Compound, or home like the residents did.