Before long the streets widened, and the hush of tires on pavement blended 
with the buller of waves against the gradual shores of Pudong. Across the bay, 
the white lights of the New Atlantis Clave rose up above the particolored 
mosaic of the Leased Territories. It seemed a long way off, so on impulse 
Hackworth rented a velocipede from an old man who had set up a stall in the lee 
of the Causeway's thrust bearing. He rode out onto the Causeway and, 
invigorated by the cool moist air on his face and hands, decided to pedal for a 
while. When he reached the arch, he allowed the bike's internal batteries to 
carry him up the slope. At the summit he turned it off and began to coast down 
the other side, enjoying the speed.