"Yo, chica, you ready to get going? We finally got all the parts for the sand...skiff..." Salvador trailed off as he walked up his friend. "Whatchya lookin' at?"
Maya continued to stare off into the distance, arms crossed and stern expression on her face. "I am contemplating the eccentricities of the human mind."
"Huh?"
She pointed off into the distance. "Look out there, Salvador. What do you see?"
Salvador frowned in confusion, but turned to the direction she'd indicated. There wasn't much to see; even in full daylight, Oasis had little to recommend it. Now, with night falling and the light fading, there was even less to sightsee. "Sand, rocks, few dead bandits. Why?"
"I'm looking a little higher." Maya nodded at the landscape's largest artificial structure, so massive it simply blended into the background. "Here's what I don't get. On a planet where people face constant threat of death, where the only law is what you impose for yourself and the only justice whatever comes out the barrel of your gun..." She scowled into the distance. "Who the hell was bored enough to write that?"
Salvador turned and finally saw what she meant. Etched into the side of a massive, beached shipwreck, in letters at least two stories tall, the words:
NICE PARKING! !
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