"How did you get around?"
"I hitch-hiked."
"You what?"
"People gave me rides on the road."
"Remarkable."
"I imagine it sounds that way." He looked at the passing houses. "So this is the era of space travel, is it?"
"Oh, we've been traveling to Mars for some forty years now."
"Amazing. And those big funnels, those towers in the middle of every town?"
"Those. Haven't you heard? The Incinerators. Oh, of course, they hadn't anything of that sort in your time. Had some bad luck with them. An explosion in Salem and one here, all in a forty-eight hour period. You looked as if you were going to speak; what is it?"
"I was thinking," said Lantry. "How fortunate I got out of my coffin when I did. I might well have been thrown into one of your Incinerators and burned up."