The empire controls the rails. The rails dominate the trains.

In the giant trains, everything is in order. People get food, water, shelter, and security. All they have to do is work. Be a stoker, be a gandy dancer, be a soldier, and devote your life. The empire will take care of everything, and decide where you’re going.

While everyone follows the rails, she jumped off the train. On rubber wheels, she ventured forth. Her heart was beating like the small engine. Her face was hot due to excitement and the scorching sun. Through the dust and dirt, the wind scratched her dry lips.

“How does it taste?”

“It taste like freedom.”