Step on, get in, you are going on a ride. You sit down, wait for the safety rail to come down and when it fails to, you look at the attendant for an explanation. S afety? he says, Y ou don't need it; you can get out any time you want , and he smiles, because he always smiles and did you see his face slip a little, a fleshmask over something else, something... did you imagine it? But it is too late now and anyway, you can see that he was right; the way is easy, the track stretches off into the distance and you know it must curve, but you can barely even tell, maybe far off down the line, it turns? The ride is slow, and you remember the attendant telling you that you can get off any time you want to and maybe you do, just to prove that you can, you get out and you walk along, you sit down next to the tracks and watch as the car keeps rolling into the distance. It is easy here, easy and fun, and you catch up and get into the car again because riding is better than walkin...
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