Dale Tarin stood under the portrait of Julius Tarin. Julius had been portrayed before the advent of the downsized corporation. He was sumptuous with a waistcoat and a watch chain across his portly belly. Then without a word he slipped out the secret entrance to the garage below. Lets move he shouted to his chauffeur who was polishing a fender on the car. The vroom of a straight eight signaled that the 30s was no threat to this corporation. With supercharging the depression was for the universe. Where to, Mr. Chairman? the chauffeur asked over his shoulder. Dale leaned back in the seat and looked stern. The chauffeur floored the pedal and 16 cylinders leaped to obey. Soon they were on a desert freeway traveling at 225 mph. They passed tractor trailers and cars. The car was starting to feel its head. Remind me to invest in maglev when we get back. Dale smiled as the driver began to cruise in earnest. Todays cars were such drags. The bullet train would get there first. Electrification even with blackouts and tunnel fires was leading the pack. I recommended we build a 300mph lane on Woodward a while back. After all one lane at 300mph can carry three times as many cars as ten lanes at 10 mph. It was those darn arsenal folks. They insisted on presenting everything to the gun. What sort of payload does a bullet have? So it travels at 1400fps and can kill but was does it carry of benefit to anyone? An explosive? Like artillery? OK it gets there and then fragments and were back to bullets. What sort of payload does a fragment have? Missing limbs, coffins full of the dead? Who can eat or even enjoy in leisure that stuff?