My Departure to my Late Plans
Regardless of the fact that it had been skinned with the effects of the legendary nuclear apocalypse, the buildings and "skyscrapers" still stood in standing and firm condition. Much of the tall structures stood to half the existing creation that they were, but had stayed so for the past years. Though the city was bruised with ruin, it was not in a state that called for salvaging. Thus, many inhabitants still took refuge and possession of this habitable remnant. Compared to the life I had lived and only known under Carnegie, San Francisco might as well be El Derado.
There were several contrasts between Carnegie's town, and San Francisco. The sight of metal shacks that were pieced and patched together, was scarcely seen in this city. Houses I had never before, seen the like of, stood in standing and strong condition; only the outside and paint had been stripped away. Lombardi told me that San Francisco and the whole of the land had been much more beautiful then it was now. I tried to use my imagination, but it seemed nothing compared to what I saw.
The streets were constantly crowded with the nonstop en mass of people, because of the shops and businesses that (according to what I learned from Lombardi) were still running and in good condition since the time of the "Return of the Hidden". The town under Carnegie, experienced much pain and tyranny. The Engineer was lucky to keep his job. There were very few businesses that lasted long under Carnegie. Carnegie and his men taxed and took freely; and if a business even hinted attraction of withdrawal from Carnegie, it was soon turned into another unoccupied building; to stand and share in the same silence that held the people in my hometown. Carnegie knew very well how a point of commerce, foreign to his dreams and ambitions, threatened to overthrow the snug position he was in.
Perhaps the only similarity between Carnegie Town and San Francisco, was the debris and trash that littered and blew about freely. San Francisco was certainly a more colorful town. A variety of everything was there. Cars were mostly in use by the rich and the necessities of the town, hospice in particular. Transportation on the public streets was mostly walking or biking. Bikes were unheard of in my hometown.
I won't tell you all the wonderful, curious, and sometimes delightful experiences I saw and sampled of. These I keep to myself. This is the place where I start to give an account of myself.
A/N I'm still working on this section. She doesn't end here. If she did, the title is worthless. SHE HASN"T MADE ANY PLANS YET! GOOD GRIEF! KEEP WRITING YOU SELF-IDIOT!