She blinks and it’s gone. So fast, transport inside the city. So slow, going anywhere outside the transit web. There’s no direct line between Seattle and Spokane. Built that way on purpose, to keep travel slow and expensive. Everything comes to you, made right in your kitchen. That’s life.
She finds herself dialing up the slidewalk speed, impatient, even though it’s already going twice as fast as she can run. As though now, despite having been traveling on foot for weeks, she might be on the verge of too late.
Stupid shit. Just the sort of thing she’s supposed to be against.
The slidewalk whisks her into the tunnel.