Sometimes you learn as much from the things you don't like as from the things you do like. You don't quite know where you are, but you find yourself in the space left behind by the things you've rejected.
In some sun-bleached barn outside Sacramento, CA c. 2099 a group of physicists, shady g-men, grad-students, tourists and an array of amateur explorers and nü-gonzo-revivalist writer-dudes gather around a collection of strange vehicles that resemble lunar landers. Each is painted a garish colour and prepped to "shift" along an angle of slippage into a crazy new plane of existence. [continued]