"Desert?" I heard Tobias ask.
"Desert," Naecken said in reply.
"Yup," Mick added, nodding his assent.
Apparently we're escaping the country through the desert.
The roads are guarded. By the army. And giant robot dogs.
I get the impression from the reactions of my teammates that giant robot dogs aren't encountered that often in this time. I decide not to tell them that they're fairly standard military issue in 2083.
"Why the desert?" I ask.
Velo replies, "Sea would take too long. And the mountains are too..."
"...mountainous?" Sonja says.
"Right. Mountainous. Walking constantly up and down is harder than walking along a flat surface."
"But... it's the desert. That flat surface is boiling hot and covered in sand..." Mick says.
"Mountains wouldn't be any better. Freezing cold and covered in snow."
"Right. So we're decided... we head for the desert," Velo proclaims.
Goodie.
