He rode through the streets, going between pedestrians and hovering vehicles, taking in the sights. Waython Hollow was busier than he'd realized, markets lining the sidewalks, street vendors selling food and tech components, advertisements flickering on every surface.
It was alive in a way the wastelands never were.
After passing several blocks, something caught his eye.
A video game store.
Tatehan stopped the Dust Rider, staring at the storefront.
"What the fuck!, there's a video game store on Mars?"
It looked almost exactly like the arcades he remembered from Earth, neon signs, dark windows with glowing displays inside, the faint sound of electronic music spilling out onto the street.
He couldn't help himself.
He parked the bike and walked inside.
