[S01E03] "Cutting the Darkness"

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It didn't take long to get out of Indianapolis. Once you get outside of the city, Indiana is about as bright and shiny as North Korea on Earth Day. The high-beams of Rick's Chevy poured out into the endless, never changing, darkness before them. Inside the sedan, Rick and Liz's faces were illuminated by the under-lights of the dashboard and chrome radio.

Being inside the Chevy was like being in a time machine. There wasn't a computer chip in the whole thing. Rick had kept everything in the classic condition it had been when it was first pressed off of the assembly lines back in the atomic age. When cars were built by people, not machines.

"Cool car," said Liz.

"Thanks," said Rick. "The gas millage isn't great, but it's real comfy. They don't make 'em like this anymore."

It was true. It was comfortable. The seats were huge. The front seat was about twice the size of the Ikea futon Liz slept on back in her apartment. It was also about twice as soft. The seat was full of springs and it had a bounce to it. They were covered in real leather that warmed up to the temperature of the body as you sat there. Until now, Liz had never realized just how awful modern cars were.

In the back seat of the car was a blanket and a few pillows. Fast food wrappers and empty soda cans littered the floor.

"So..." Liz said. "You pretty much live in here or what?"

"Something like that," said Rick. "I'm on the road a lot."

"Let me guess..." Said Liz, "Bible salesman."

Rick laughed.

"Nothing so glamorous," said Rick. "How about you? Is bar tending your life's ambition?"

Liz laughed.

"No." Liz said. It was funny to her that Rick still thought she was the bartender. She thought it was even funnier that he thought she had ambitions. "You know, Rick? I haven't really got a clue what I want to do with life. I have a degree in English. Like what the hell am I supposed to do with that?"

"I don't know," said Rick. "I guess you could be a teacher or something?"

"Sure, if I want to go to school for another two years to get another degree in education." Liz said. "Then I can wait around for a slot to open up so I can become a teacher's assistant. After doing that for a year, then I can finally start getting a pay check to start paying off my student loans. Woohoo!"

"Sorry," said Rick. "I didn't realize it was such a sore subject."

"Well, it is." Liz said. "People your age don't realize how hard it is to get a job these days. It's not like back in the old days where you walked into a place a place with a smile on your face and they would just tell you you've got great moxie and to go to work. Everything is on the internet these days. Even simple jobs have like two hundred people fighting over them."

Rick cleared his throat.

"The old days, huh..." Rick pulled a cigarette out of the pack. "People my age..." He took a puff and cracked the window. "With our moxie... wow... moxie..."

Liz was beginning to realize what she had just said. Oh God, she thought, I'm such a drunken idiot sometimes. Why did I say that? He probably going to dump me in the middle of the woods and leave me for dead. She tried to use her powers to see how the situation turned out, but she was too drunk. She was just going to have to wing it.

"I'm sorry, Rick," said Liz. "I didn't mean to say you are old. You're not that old. Definitely in the boneable range, for sure." She put a hand on his knee. Guys always like that.

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