They say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep.
All but the primitive side...
...the animal side.
No wonder I'm still awake.
Transporting me with civilians.
Sounded like -plus.
Heard an Arab voice.
Some hoodoo holy man.
Probably on his way to New Mecca.
But what route? What route?
Smelled a woman.
Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather.
And they only take the back roads.
And here's my real problem:
Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil.
Planning on taking me back to slam...
...only this time he picked a ghost lane.
A long time between stops.
A long time for something to go wrong.
You think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? You think he could start out in some … liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe in God? You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God … and I absolutely hate the fucker.