She first pretended to be alright, but now she was nervous. 

"If its who I think it is, they have a bug in the car, so when we go back we just have to act like a couple."

She didn't know how to reply just nodded. 

"Hmmhm."

Now she was wondering is...

He had an augmented trunk. More accurately put, he had no trunk. In its place was a 45 gallon auxillary tank that held extra gas . This meant that Keith could avoid filling up for months at a time. Depending on how much he drove, that would be about three...

He had written down her locations when he periodically checked. Here and there, and he kept compulsively checking it when they stopped. The last place she had it on was  in Kansas. And that's where they were headed where the blue do stayed. The whole drive he was hoping she'd...

Imogen Howe was exiting the zone. For five hours she had driven nonstop. The same ten songs playing on repeat. She had felt like a machine the entire time. There was nothing that was going to stop her. She passed by each car smoothly. Hit no potholes. Hardly touched the...

There were cars now that could get over 40 miles per gallon. Not hybrids. Just pure gas burning cars. Full sized ones too. The world was changing so fast. It blew  Imogen Howe 's mind.

Back when she was a kid, 30 miles per gallon was considered a lot. And that...

On the road  Imogen Howe only thought about necessities.  gas and  food the only things that would keep her going. It had been about ten hours she thought. Already going through her phones battery, for some reason she noticed it getting darker. It woke her up.  sleep the next thing...

When the call came in her gut said don't answer it. She was overthinking though. Like always.

Answer it her mind said. It's your boyfriend. Girlfriend's don't ignore their boyfriend's call.

She was driving though. That could be an excuse. But she'd have to answer eventually. She couldn't drive forever. Not even...

Jack. Jack. Jack.

that was the same name as the kid that those kids were looking for. Couldn't be the same guy though right? fuck what was his occupation? His description.

He didn't remember shit because he was too busy counting down the time to the record. Fuck. What was that kid's...

Jack was feeling down. He needed a change. Life was suffocating. He thought about booking a flight, but he was not used to doing that. His assistnat took care of all things for him. She might book him a flight and keep it a secret from his girlfriend initially. But...

All the way in the center of the US the real  Blue Man had gone north to  Michigan . Who would look for him there he thought, he could just disappear. He read in a rest stop pamphlet, that the upper peninsula was a great escape. Thats what he wanted,...

No order. He wanted some order. The only place he could find it in were his memories. That burning hot  asphalt . Black tar. They had paved it fresh that summer he had worked there. While his best friends were at summer camp he was pushing carts around. Breathing fumes....

When he went to sell his blood they told him his blood was bad.

"You got dirty  blood ."

The lady tilted her head down, peered her eyes over her reading glasses. Her hair was curly. Reminded him of grandma. Not his real grandma. He never knew her. Never knew a single...

Mark Love always liked Westcity , while he had been avoiding it like the plague it was nicea nice place to live. Thats were it all started he thought, or where he ended.  The Blue Man ,he wasn't really ready to go back, but all he could think about was...

People who loved driving gas burning cars enjoyed shitting on EVs. You could only drive them a few hours and then you'd be stuck charging it. Road trips. You couldn't take them conveniently. But Max wondered, how many road trips did people even take?

He imagined having an electric car. Charging...

Max prided himself from buying the one hitter from an indie smoke shop instead of a chain. It wasn't local to where he lived, but a thirty minute drive away. His mom would've been so upset had she known what he was burning all that  gas for. He never told...

There was something about the rumble of a traditional  gas   engine . All the fluids inside that required changing. All the moving parts, any one of them apt for going haywire at any moment and put you on the curb. The complexity and precariousness of it all made the car...

Will wasn't like everyone he knew back out West. For example he didn't want an electric car. He didn't know anybody out West who didn't find electric vehicles superior. In fact nobody out West even considered the possibility that anyone would prefer a gas guzzling  car . His friends assumed...