For long hours we ran across the veldt together. She guided me telepathically, so my breathing fell in time with hers, her speed did not tire me, and I seemed effortlessly to understand the landscape through which we travelled, whilst my mind was elsewhere, busy with the great knowledge she imparted to me. At last we came to the lip of a hill, where the ground stretched down into arid desert before me. I knew I must press on through this featureless waste, even as she turned and bade me farewell.
I plunged on through the dry senseless land. Far off I saw a cloud of dust and headed toward it. A bus, jerking in crazy movements around the plain. It seemed jerry-built, powered by some strung together exoskeleton of crazy wiring, the power plant hidden beneath an enormous sombrero. I felt I had to board. It was driven by an enormously decrepit old man who seemed barely able to control the steering wheel. Every now and again he would shout “Tits ass Getränk! Wenn man lange genug in einen Abgrund blickst, wird der Abgrund blickst zurück in dich hinein,” or some such nonsense and reach down a beer from the large fridge beside him which was labelled “Esmerelda”. The progress of the bus seemed entirely random, till a youngish man with ethereal body, pointee beard and wicked grin came to point us back in the direction of the hills where I had said goodbye to Her. Soon the young man lost interest, engaging the passengers of the bus in random conversation, and the old man returned to driving in his crazed circles.
And there were many passengers in the bus, raising a hubbub, arguing over everything, including where we were going. Every now and again one would take aside a shifty looking guy with a briefcase. They would hand the shifty guy an exceedingly large wad of dollar bills, and by common consent, the shifty man pushed through the bodies to address the old driver. For a while the bus drove straight, usually away from our apparent objective, till the shifty guy looked at his watch and went back to counting his money.
The driver screamed and gesticulated. Not far off, a bear dressed in survivalist uniform mixed with tartan rags, rose from behind a rock and aimed a gun at us. Bang! The crowd dived for cover, the bus plunged into a crevasse…