“Alright Brody. That’s the end of my story.
Brody silently got off my bike and turned to go home. He turned back and frowned at me as I sat on my bike. “I got a question.”
I shrugged. “Go ahead. I’m all ears.”
“How far are the ruins of the drakes where you came in to being?”
He was thinking. I shook my head. “There are no ruins of the drakes. The city and the world were wiped out several centuries ago by wars and elemental weapons. I am the last living being to remember the city and times and creation of that world and I saw it’s final days from a far.” I said.
Brody was silent. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you get Simon and his kids out?”
I shook my head. “Simon got himself and his kids out. I just helped a bit.”
“So did they or his kids, kids die when the world was destroyed?”
“That happened much later. Around when Simon’s great great grandchildren came around but by that time they didn’t really care because it didn’t concern them. They had problems of their own when the Elders-“
“Stop. Mom said once to me that I shouldn’t think of this world as a world. She said it’s the dream. Cyberpunk’s dream. What does that mean?”
He knew. “I can tell you or I can show you.”
Brody stared at me. “Show me!”