Jim laughs a little. "This is Iowa. There's plenty of scenery, don't worry." Jim straddles his bike, and produces a little square chip that he inserts into the slot before pressing the button next to it. His engine doesn't quite have the same deep, gas-burning rumble as Hunter's combustion engine, more of an electric purr that fits in well with the other future technologies Hunter has seen so far.

"We're going to swing by the shipyards on our way out of town, if that's okay."