"It's all the possibility in existence, for my time. Even knowing the reality of how empty and dark it is, it's the dream that matters more than the reality."

He simply hopped in over the door, sliding into the seat with practiced ease. The inside of the car was a technophile's paradise; no knobs or buttons or whatnot, just touch-displays and a gearshift. Morgan's right hand fell on that, touching it to the side for manual mode.

"Buckle up," he said, the engine revving as he pumped the gas.