|Liquidation is a popular sign suggesting good deals are to be had in the store
|shop windows on Van Horne
Lohbado daydreamed a bit as he walked down Van Horne in the direction of Victoria. It was nearly nine years since he crossed the Plains of Radiation after being forced into early retirement as a PBE (push button expert) for the Department of Regulation in the Cha Region of the Poh Valley. Crossing the Plains of Radiation was like undergoing solitary confinement, although he wasn’t confined. He met people along the way, during his six months of wandering. It was mostly solitude, days at a time without talking to anyone, not even making a sound, until his voice began to atrophy.
One night he stayed with a woman, about sixty and her black mastiff for three days while a radiation storm raged and temperatures dropped. The dog took an instant liking for Lohbado. It placed front paws on Lohbado’s shoulders, drooled into his ear and began thrusting. Lohbado pushed the mastiff away. He didn’t want dog jism all over his jacket. Sure, it’s nice to be liked. He appreciated the uninhibited show of affection. He just didn’t want to walk away smelling like a dog house. He would have loved nothing more than to have such a dog as a companion while crossing the plains. However, keeping dogs is a huge expense and responsibility.