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THE WHIRR of the pneumatic engine quieted and the whole subway slowed. Lee prayed it was the end of the line, but it was just another corner. As the train veered to the right, Lee pressed into the big robot-man, who sat between Lee and Clara. Their car was flashy and noisy with Plus Ultra propaganda. He could hear that awful Orson Welles' narration from his mom's glasses. "Congratulations! Are you ready for the future? " Lee glared at the little screen and its animated footage of a happy couple drinking coffee in an automated aircraft. They glided through alien tropics, smiled and pointed. Plus Ultra sure spared no expense on the production. Too bad its only audience was a pair of trauma victims. Or three, if Earhart's defense of this "Henry Stevens" was to be believed.
The train eased to a full stop, and its doors popped out and slid open. "Please watch your step on the way out of the car and greet my friend when you see him," said Welles.