Old, but insanely cute

Chapter 5

Our scene dived from space, through the clouds, and down toward a vast road in the middle of a desert scenery lacking a town. There were cactuses seen. A lizard made its way onto a rock. There was smoke coming from the engine hood. Jim had his elbow leaned on the car door holding the side of his head appearing to be bored. Spock put the car into park mode on to the shoulder of the road. Jim surveyed the scenery as his eyes started to widen. Jim took his hand off the side of his face then turned in the direction of Spock.

"Spock, we are in the middle of no where!" Jim said, as Spock stepped out of the car. "I told you to let me drive."

"Jim, T'hy'la, you are a horrible driver," Spock reminded Jim. "You rammed over a stop sign and made a hitch-hiker puke in the backseat."

"Not my fault the stop sign was in the way." Jim said, sheepishly.

"I have specifically learned to drive for this reason that we need these forms of transports." Spock said.

"Spock, is it me or is there no cell phone service?" Jim asked, looking over holding a small flip-phone.

Spock had the engine hood up.

"It is the layout of the terrain and the lack of towns in this environment." Spock replied, matter of factly.

"I can't believe we just came out of LAS VEGAS!" Jim said.

"Unlike our previous visit, there was no robotic AI controlling the civilization." Spock explained to his mate. "Instead, it hooks in people and drains them of their finances."

"Nothing like Dallas 2047." Jim said.

Spock nodded.

"Affirmative." Spock said, clearing away the smoke until he could see the engine. Spock paused. "Jim."

"Yes, Spock?" Jim leaned half way out the window with a raised eyebrow.

"The rental is expired." Spock said, grimly.

"Ah damn it." Jim said. "I take it that means not good news for us."

"We cannot trade it in or call a tow truck." Spock said.

"Half of me is glad Sparrow is not here to die by extensive heat." Jim said.

"Sparrow was a old bird." Spock said. "She was on her last leg when we met her."

Jim opened the car door.

"How far are we from the nearest town?" Jim asked.

Spock normally read the signs as they went on the road.

"Thirty-three miles." Spock said.

"Twenty some minutes in car so that would make it an hour to get there on foot." Jim said.

"More like forty-three minutes." Spock said.

"And adding in that we don't want our rental to get looted!" Jim opened the back seat doors. "I am getting the backpack out."

Spock closed the engine hood.

"Jim, it would be illogical to loot in the middle of no where." Spock pointed out.

"Better safe than sorry," Jim said. "And that is logical." Jim took out the backpack from the backseat. "Is it not?"

"We are getting a RV." Spock said.

"We don't have the legitimate cash for it!" Jim said.

"Yes, we do." Spock said.

"Spock, they can tell its fake." Jim said.