12/07/21 Snippet, TINSEL RAIN.

I can still hear the soundtrack.

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There is a room, deep in the heart of the Billy. In it are some things that I can’t talk about, a few I won’t talk about, and a couple of things that nobody cares about now but nobody dares throw out. And there’s also the Driving Machine. It’s a wonder of the Old Americans, used I guess to teach their kids the basics of driving. It’s coin-fed, probably because the Machine’s got it all: a steering wheel, a lever, two pedals, and electronic courses to drive on. It even has a soundtrack!

Anyway, all Shamuses trained in Cin City will have fond memories of being brought down there, and taught how to drive fast. And not to brag, but I was a natural. The Loremasters even gave me extra training: most Shamuses got an hour or two, but I was allowed a whole ten. Ten! And they were ten of the best hours of my teenage years.

…Actually driving one of these glorious monsters into the city was a little different than the Machine. Starting with all the screaming. I bet the pedestrians outside were yelling a lot, too.