John parked in a public parking lot, surrounded by vehicles of all kinds. The people coming to Radiant Dust Farm were quite diverse, ranging from gang members to business elites.
The business has expanded, exposing him to a wide array of lowlifes.
John rarely saw a few familiar faces.
The Wanderer arguing with a cargo driver in the parking lot spotted John's vehicle, then his face, and froze on the spot, forgetting about the argument as he stared at John.
John responded.
The seasoned Wanderers remained passionate and free-spirited.
Newcomers were more affected by the management rules and appeared somewhat constrained under Radiant Dust Farm's system.
John stood in the familiar sightseeing elevator and soared into the sky.
There was no change in the division of labor within the super skyscraper. Seeing the vegetables and meat carefully tended by machines in the experimental environment still elicited a fairly awe-inspiring feeling.
The elevator stopped at a bustling floor.
