Chase left the cab, and his arm sling, on Woodmen Road, the closest destination the vehicle's programming would accept. From there he walked the rest of the way, north along Intercity 25 and under the raised tracks of the maglev. He'd seen his destination—dim masses of dark buildings, quiet, open land now overgrown, and the broad streaks of a long-abandoned runway—rush past as the train had begun its deceleration into Colorado Springs.