"Now what?"asked Pietro.
"Well, we obviously have got to get back to Solaria, that's what!"Lance said to him.
"But how, yo?"
"We obviously can't go back the way we came. We arrived in the Streeling Sector, and we can't go back there, that doesn't exist anymore."
"Then what?"
"Then I wanna go home! There's no flies around here, yo."
Lance rolled his eyes.
"Well, we can't stay around, complaining, can we?"
They got on the Expressway. Most people looked at them, as they didn't wear the same bright colors as everyone else did. They came across an entrance.
"Mycogen."
"What do you suppose we'll find in here?"
Lance shrugged.
"Maybe there's someone who can help us."
They walked in.
"This is strarting to freak me out..."
"You are tribespeople."said one of the people.
They couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.
"Huh?"
"We're not Indians, you know."
"We're...from somewhere else. Solaria. And we need to get back there. Can you help us?"
"Are you here to see Sunmaster Fourteen?"
"We don't know who that is, but is he in charge around here?"
"He is the High Elder."
"Sounds good. We'll see him."
They were taken to see Sunmaster Fourteen.
"You know, I think these people are...of a different species all together. You noticed?"
"No one here seems to have hair."
"Duh. That's what I mean, sort of. I mean, apart from that, they seem so...like...I'm not sure. Everyone is dressed the same, too. How do they tell each other apart?"
They shrugged.
"I have heard that you tribespeople are here in Mycogen."
"You see us. And we're not tribespeople. We're...Solarians."
"To us, you are tribespeople."
"Oh."
"What are you doing here, in Mycogen?"
"Um, well, we already said, we're here to try to get to Solaria. We were told that you could help us."
"And by the way, why the hell is everyone here bald?"
"We were all depilated."
"What!"exclaimed Lance.
"You must conform in this if you are to remain among us."
"Never! Yuck!"
"You do not have to be depilated. Just as long as no one sees your hair."
"Oh, my God! I have a feeling I'm not going to like it here."said Pietro.
"At least, they're letting us stay, and gave us a place to stay, and stuff."
"Just as long as we don't go outside. I don't think I can stand the sight."said Lance, as he followed the directions, to where they were supposed to be staying.
"How do you tell the men from the women?"asked Pietro, curiously.
Lance looked up.
"I'm guessing gray from white. The whites walk alone, sometimes, and the grays only in pairs or with a white."he said.
"These people are retarded."said Pietro. "The women look just like them."
"Well, we just better figure something out."