“Where are we going?” I asked Moon, not expecting an answer.

He turned to me and pursed his little lips. And then he stepped onto the southbound slidewalk. I quickly followed before he got too far away and resigned myself to the mysterious slide. I paced forward until I caught up to him. We were headed downtown. Moon jumped to a quicker strip and I stayed with him this time.

The civs in Igcenzio apparently like loose fitting clothing and pastel colors. I can understand the color thing, considering how colorless the planet is overall. Pantaloons, cinched at the ankle and waist, loose, blousy shirts and hooded cape things that drape their figures like togas all flailed in the wind on the slidewalk. That seemed to be the general drift of the latest style here. I didn’t see too many hats. Most of the people on the faster sliders had their hoods up.

We went into a commercial district, stores, shops, restaurants, and a variety of “entertainments” lined the slidewalk. All one had to do was step off at the right place, the slidewalk slows as you get closer to the stationary walkway, the “street,” immediately in front of the businesses.

Moon just stood there, stoically facing forward. The people on the street all seemed to be healthy and happy. Small groups of young were hanging out on the corner stations, panhandling and pestering anyone who would give them credence. Moon was the prow of a ship as we passed them. I stayed nicely tucked in his wake. Heh!

A sign caught my eye. Ooohh! It was a Burger Park! Cheeseburgers! I was ready to drag Moon off the slidewalk until I noticed this particular Burger Park used some kind of local eel for the burger. Heh, maybe later . . .