“Is all the world like this?” He gestured at the ruins of Cheyenne around them. “Radioactive? Just rubble?” “Oh hell no,” Blair said agitatedly. “This is a hot-spot; there now aren’t very many left. The rest is a park. They’ve made the world into a great park and it’s split up into their demesnes, their estates; they, the Yance-men—they each have entourages of leadies. Like Medieval kings. It’s sort of interesting.” His voice died away. “But I mean, it’s not fair. At least I don’t think so.” The other bearded men nodded vigorously; they agreed. It was not fair. No doubt of that.
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