Nicholas, despite his fatigue from the four-hour hike to Cheyenne from the tunnel, managed to keep up. Hoping, as he trudged on, that it was not far. “You’ve never seen a demesne villa, have you?” Lantano said. “I’ve never even seen a demesne,” Nicholas said. “Then I’ll fly you over a few of them,” Lantano said. “By flapple. It will interest you, the view from above; you’ll think it’s a park—no roads, no cities. Very pretty, except that the animals are all dead. All gone. Forever.” They trudged on. Overhead, the satellite had almost disappeared beyond the line of the horizon, into the gray
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