But at that moment a private car approached him, like a slippery old eel. It was a small transparent vehicle with an ovoid shape, and a look so simple and delicate almost to go unnoticed. Stopping on the edge of the road, it arched under the effect of its suspension system and without causing the slightest noise it partially withdrew the two larger front wheels, further reducing its size. A small lateral window opened and the driver's head popped out.
“Awesome, really a great car! Congratulations to the inventor”, thought Igor taking his mind off his bad mood.
“Hey friend, do you need a ride?” shouted the driver, “Just couple of micronia... at your discretion.”
He was obviously a so called Private. Igor hesitated a moment. He did not like Privates.
“I am clean, only free bioenergy!” insisted the guy.
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