Zog wasn't at the specialty store when the shipment arrived. He was at the City Lord's Mansion, chatting about traffic and driver's licenses.
"So, what you're saying is, we divide the road into several lanes—vehicles in the middle, and pedestrians on the sides?" the City Lord asked, looking at the diagram Zog had provided.
"Yes," Zog replied. "Vehicles are inherently dangerous, and separating the flow of traffic will make travel much smoother. Faster traffic means better economic development. If you'd like to understand it in more detail, you're welcome to come visit Deepwater City."
Traffic in most places right now was a paradise for those who liked to cut in. There were no clear rules, no right-of-way; it all came down to who had the quickest reflexes.
To make matters worse, carriage companies had invented foot-pedal horns, which were far more convenient than the old hand-cranked bells. As a result, the city was constantly filled with the blare of horns.
